"Why are you looking at me like that?" Eli couldn't help but ask.
Sean was calm, and an evil smile soon crept onto his face. He looked charming under the light, "If you weren't staring at me, how would you have known that I was looking at you?"
Eli was speechless.
She thought of another memory. There was once their school celebrated a festival during their eighth grade. They had asked each class to think of some entertainment programs. Eli suggested dancing. In order to dance well, her mother took her to the gym to have some private training.
On that very day, everyone was rehearsing until late in the evening.
Sean came over not long after. He had chosen to play the piano. It was said that he didn't plan to join, but he changed his mind later. In the end, one of the other classmate's performance was canceled. After all, his father was the Secretary of the Provincial Committee at that time, and the teachers couldn't risk offending him.
