Every time she thought about it, Sheng Shushu finally couldn't control her emotions.
The notebook in her hand went flying straight at Xiao Yu's face.
The notebook flew open, its pages rustling as they turned.
Xiao Yu probably didn't expect her to suddenly strike out, or even if he did realize it, he chose not to dodge.
He hadn't taken off his glasses when he had gone upstairs to change clothes, and the frame protected him from the sharp edge of the paper, but not before a fine cut appeared just beneath his cheekbone.
But he didn't turn his head to avoid it, instead, he looked at her.
His gaze was dark and deep, always seeming tender and concerned, something Sheng Shushu couldn't stand for even a second now, and without a second thought, she grabbed a cushion nearby and threw it at him.
Intending to block his face.
But Xiao Yu just caught the cushion and continued to look at her with that deep gaze.
