The bell rang, signaling the end of class for the day, as Zhiyan and Shasha, hand in hand, couldn't wait to head outside, eager to get to Tingfeng Building as they had planned, and not waste any time.
"Shasha," Sandy called out indulgently from under the big tree outside the door.
"Go on, go hug your little uncle. Yanyan is unloved and uncared for; I'll go off on my own," Zhiyan said with a pout, teasing purposefully and causing Shasha's face to turn a bright red as her eyes darted around.
"Who says? Shasha likes Yanyan, cares for Yanyan, loves Yanyan. If it comes to it, I don't need little uncle, I can just hug you, right?" Shasha pretended to hug Yanyan with an air of someone who would never let go, which made Sandy's gaze darken and a touch of bitterness wash over his heart.
"You've grown bold, daring to not need little uncle, huh?" Sandy squinted his eyes and hummed dangerously, a powerful but gentle force pulled Shasha into his embrace in an instant.
