After school, I held the hands of the school hear…

The transfer student brothers, Shen Yuan and Shen Zhao, had only been here a few days, yet they’d already stirred up quite a commotion at school. The older brother with black hair, Shen Yuan, was as cold as ice that refused to thaw, while the silver-haired younger brother, Shen Zhao, had a prickly temperament that made him blush the moment a girl so much as glanced at him. I, Lin Shuang, happened to be in the same class as Shen Yuan. After school that day, on a whim, I followed them to the quiet bookstore where they sought refuge, and then, in a muddled daze, somehow managed to drag them off to a café. In the end, the three of us inexplicably ended up sitting on the sofa in my house. The air was thick with a sweltering humidity, as if a storm was about to break, and watching Shen Zhao’s flushed face, I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to tease him.