"Li'er, come with me, will you?"
The new library.
The coffee room.
Yao Bifu shook her close friend's arm, pleading, "Just be a saint and see it through, I'm really too embarrassed to go there by myself."
Luo Li'er looked at the boy sitting alone, holding a book with a cup of coffee on the table.
He wore frameless glasses, quite refined. The afternoon sun gently bathed his white shirt, fresh and pleasant.
He was a graduate student from the East University. Ever since their first encounter, Yao Bifu had been unable to get him out of her head. However, her shyness prevented her from being too forward, resulting in their current relationship as junior and senior.
To put it more bluntly, it was a crush.
A girl's feelings are always poetic.
In this flourishing age, who doesn't yearn for a sweet romance?
Luo Li'er, with no alternative, agreed to accompany her friend. Yao Bifu feigned a coincidental meeting, "Senior Jing, you're here too."
