As Song Yaoyao ran into the mathematics building, she began to slow down. She held onto her backpack and suddenly laughed.
In a volume that no one else could hear, she mumbled, "Let's see how you perform..."
"Big Bro, are you being a thief?
"What are you mumbling to yourself?
"Let me hear it!"
"Who is it?!"
Song Yaoyao's heart almost stopped in surprise. She quickly turned her head and looked into a pair of amused eyes.
The young man had his hands in his pockets as he smiled at her roguishly.
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and lifted her hand.
"A word of warning, don't hit my face!"
Who knew, Shen Xun would step back, close his eyes, and warn her.
Song Yaoyao's hand fell upon her own head as she neatened the hair that Song Wenchuan had messed up. Pouting her lips speechlessly, she said, "Classmate, are you not fully awake?"
Didn't he know that her hand would hurt?
Why would she hit him?
