Zhou Yu's mood was captured in that moment.
From behind, a pair of hands wrapped around his neck, and rested a head on his shoulder...
He slowly turned around, looking at her in astonishment.
"Yo yo yo!"
"Get married, get married!"
"Sister Jiao is way too sweet!"
Everyone, boys and girls alike, were egging them on.
"Taking pictures here, watch the impression you make," Lao Mo said.
Then, He Sijiao retorted with a flushed face, "Teacher, we've graduated!"
"Yeah, we've graduated, we can date early now!"
"Kiss! Whisper sweet nothings!"
"Oh my god, you've read the novel 'Whisper Sweet Nothings' too?"
"What the hell, I thought reading 'Whisper Sweet Nothings' was a niche thing..."
"I suspect Zhou Fu wrote it, this is just the story of He Sijiao and Zhou Yu!"
"What the heck is this?" Zhou Fu was suddenly intrigued and began asking around.
He Sijiao and Zhou Yu were also dumbfounded. What the heck?
Who wrote our novel!?
