...Leave a phone number, and we're friends.
...18*******20
She was replying to the note he had given her last night.
So, were they... friends now?
Jiang Su stared at the band-aid in his hand, not blinking an eye.
A few minutes later, he licked his lips lightly with his tongue tip, disguising his urge to giggle and lowered his head.
He pursed his lips, trying hard to hold back his laughter.
He failed to do so.
The corners of his lips gradually lifted up.
He turned his head, buried his face in the crook of his arm, and let his grin run wild.
He had been fooling around with Cheng Zhu on the stairs for half a day, didn't wait for Jiang Su's Xu Shu, who came in through the back door in casual school uniform. Seeing Jiang Su lying on the desk, he thought he was still asleep, patted Jiang Su's shoulder: "Su, still sleeping?"
Jiang Su's back shivered, barely managing not to jump to his feet in surprise.
