Walking along the shady path, Ou Lan finally spilled the beans about what happened that morning, as she became too frustrated with the questioning.
"Holy shit!" Lin Ziran froze in shock, "Ou Xiaolan, did he, you know, that to you?"
Ou Lan's face turned even redder, a mix of anger and mortification, "What that? There's no that!"
Saying this, Ou Lan stormed off towards the academic building.
The question plagued Lin Ziran all through class; whatever the professor lectured on went in one ear and out the other. It wasn't until after class when they returned to the dormitory and she pestered Ou Lan for ages that she finally got the whole story.
Now, the usually crafty Lin Ziran, who always played a Zhuge Liang-like role in front of Ou Lan, couldn't fathom the turn of events.
"Ou Lan, what do you think Zhan Moxiao's intentions are? Covering up with a blanket and just chatting, is he even a man?"
"How would I know? He's a weirdo," she retorted.
