Playing the zither and the xiao together.
Unavoidably, Tang Qing's thoughts start to wander.
Someone's playing the zither, naturally, someone should be playing the flute.
Ah-hem.
We're honourable people, shouldn't be having such indecent thoughts?
Shame.
Shame.
But in Tang Qing's mind, he's planning how to coax Lin Jiaxue to agree.
How about watching a movie together?
Good idea.
Tang Qing found that once a person's thoughts go astray, they really can't be suppressed, like floodwaters bursting through a dam, endless and echoing in the heart.
...
Sending Lin Jiaxue to the downstairs of her building, Tang Qing turns to go to his own class.
There's no way around it.
There are no more seats in the back of the class.
Tang Qing puts his textbook at the window-side seat in the front row.
