Yu Liuliu looked at the increasing number of contact information on his palm and widened his eyes in shock.
Seven was still writing.
There might be some difference in what they understood.
Yu Liuliu just wanted a contact information to give to his roommate, but what seven wrote for her..
Yu Liuliu seriously counted, yes, five contact information, but he still didn't stop.
His handwriting was very beautiful.
It looked unruly, but it was actually a very smooth cursive script.
The tip of the pen scratched her palm, and it was a little itchy.
She wanted to withdraw her hand, but the hand that he held her had no intention of letting go.
"Is it enough?"
He stopped the pen, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a teasing look in his eyes.
"It's enough, it's enough. I don't need so much."
Yu Liuliu pulled her hand back in a panic, not caring if his eyes were mocking her
