Wanqing: "…" Seriously, are you imagining naughty things about me and your big brother in your head? And then assuming I'm the one biting the pillow…
Wanqing felt depressed.
Heaven and earth can testify that Tianxue had never fabricated such things in her head... probably.
While they were happily chatting, Liao Yiyi returned.
Liao Yiyi was wearing thick black-framed glasses, and her bangs were thick too. Unlike others who looked cute with straight-cut bangs, hers were slightly longer and obscured her eyes, making her look as though she was sporting either a bob cut or a watermelon-rind helmet. And that was just the situation at the front of her head; the back was even more pitiful: her medium-length hair was pinned up with a pencil!
If you thought this was bad, you haven't seen the worst!
