It was very simple, just feeling reluctant, that was all—
"...I see." Zhu Qingyue beside him whispered in agreement, "I can understand because I've had the same thought."
After speaking, she let out a long sigh. As she sighed, her body unknowingly began to lean to one side, eventually resting her head on his knee.
Xu Xiangyang was startled.
"Qing Yue?"
"Don't move." The class president's soft hand grabbed his jeans, murmured a phrase, "Just stay like this, let me rest for a bit."
Hearing this, the tense Xu Xiangyang indeed did not move, but his gaze unconsciously drifted downwards, however, he could not see her face, because that smooth and lovely visage was covered with hair falling down along the gravity.
