Shi Niange stared at those two words, wishing she could bore a hole through her phone screen.
Her number was written on his notebook when she mentioned her suggestion before the midterm exam. She casually wrote a string of numbers, but it was written in front of him. He knew that it was her number.
But she didn't dare to think that Qin Siting would really save her phone number. He probably forgot about it after taking a look and didn't remember that she had written her number.
From the looks of it, not only did he remember, but he had also conveniently saved her number on his phone?
Oh god.
She dared not imagine it.
Who could still sleep?
Shi Niange held her phone and looked at it for a long time before she noticed that the message had been sent fifteen minutes ago. Fifteen minutes, before…
