Sheng Chuyi: "Are you not happy?"
I am happy,
but I just feel a bit strange.
Shen Zhaozhao's gaze fell on Wen Xu, who was sitting in the front row, and suddenly she thought of something. She leaned close to Sheng Chuyi's ear and whispered, "You didn't come to keep me company in class because someone asked me for my WeChat last time, did you?"
"Mhm!"
She hadn't expected him to admit it so directly.
Shen Zhaozhao: ...
Understood, someone is declaring his territory!
Shen Zhaozhao felt a sweetness in her heart and couldn't help but find it a bit amusing: "Don't worry, no one can compare with you, I like only you."
That girl snuggled up close, her warm breath puffing on his ear, ticklish like feathers, accompanied by a faint fragrance that was constantly teasing every single nerve of his.
Sheng Chuyi struggled to contain the indescribable throbbing in his body and sternly reminded her with a straight face, "Sit properly, class has started!"
