This was just a matter of ten or so seconds of stirring from sleep, Su Nanzhi wasn't completely dead to the world yet. She frowned, opened her slightly annoyed, pretty almond-shaped eyes, and her long and curly eyelashes fluttered twice like a fan.
"Who said someone is looking for me?" The girl's voice was a little husky, sounding like she was short on sleep and heavy with morning grogginess.
Ruan Yingtao obediently pointed towards the top of Su Nanzhi's head on the other side.
Now fully awake, Su Nanzhi looked up at the person above her head, her first thought—darkened glabella, oh and a dark face too, nearly unrecognizable from her memory of the fair-complexioned boy.
Zhao Qingheng was practically on the brink of death and still coming to trouble her, which was no small feat.
"Class rep," the words slowly spilled out of Su Nanzhi's throat, her lips appeared a bit dry, but the curve was beautiful, "do you need me for something?"
