Su Yize was still a teenager and had a childish look on his face. When he looked at Xing Jiuan, his eyes were bright, sincere, and affectionate.
"I came especially to see you after I finished my homework today. I have to go back later.
"Little Senior Sister, don't be so unhappy. I'm here and you're not even smiling at me. Do you not like me anymore after I've been gone for only a few days?" The young man was dissatisfied.
Xing Jiuan still couldn't help but rub his head.
Su Yize lowered his head and rubbed against her hand, grinning. "My hair is very soft, isn't it? It feels really good."
Xing Jiuan chuckled.
It felt like she was touching Xing Xiaolang's head.
However, there were still some differences.
"Yes," Xing Jiuan replied softly.
"Why are you here today?" she asked.
"If you're busy, then do your own thing."
