The girl who used to sit in front of me behaved well at the moment. He roughly ruffled the top of her head, and she didn't dodge.
It was getting late, mainly because the two of them had spent a long time in this pitch-dark classroom. Jiang Su wanted to go outside to breathe in some fresh air and to calm down. He patted her head: "Let's go, time to go home."
Jiang Su picked up her stuff from the neighboring desk and opened the classroom door.
He glanced at her. She was leaning on his desk and didn't move. He held the door and asked, "What's wrong?"
She seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, she asked, "Did you just say, you can, you can handle it?"
Jiang Su was a little slow to understand her point.
Watching Lin Wei's eyes navigate down his face, just as her gaze brushed past his chest, he finally understood what she meant by "you can, you can handle it."
