"How can my prospective girlfriend be so cute?"
"..."
Damn it.
Can Jiang Su be any more annoying?!
Lin Wei glares at Jiang Su, her lips moving several times without being able to find a good comeback.
She shouldn't have been fooled by his expression in the first place.
His milk?
His milk my ass.
Jiang Su's gaze holds a hint of laughter, just like when he teases stray kittens in the neighborhood. He pushes his luck and pinches her earlobe.
Lin Wei, in a fiery temper, slaps his hand away and shoots up to her feet.
Watching her bristle, he chuckles lightly.
Lin Wei, about to grab her backpack, hesitates.
A few seconds later, she slowly pulls her hand away from her backpack and turns to Jiang Su.
She blinks, leans in, and whispers in his ear, "Brother Su, there's another reason why I don't want to act cutely."
Jiang Su tenses up.
Lin Wei's voice becomes softer, "I'm afraid you might get sick, brother Su."
The girl's voice is so light, her words so soft and tender.
