Hearing the sound, Shang Yu bent his knee to draw back his long legs, his Adam's apple bobbed twice, and he propped himself up on the armrest to stand, "Come on, let's go eat."
Li Qiao looked up at his tall figure, reached out and tugged at his arm, "Isn't it ending in ten minutes? Let's watch the end and then go, I'm not that hungry…"
Before she could finish her sentence, the man's wrist flipped, and he gently pulled her up by her forearm, "You can ask Wang Yue about the admission results."
Li Qiao, caught off guard, stumbled to her feet, her shoulder colliding right into Shang Yu's chest.
Great, sleeping slumped over for two hours made her legs numb.
Li Qiao was still holding his suit in her hands, half of her body leaning against his chest; the posture wasn't particularly intimate, but… it was inevitably suggestive of throwing herself into his arms.
