The live stream ended, and Yang Qinglan opened her eyes to find Li Changzhou already by her side.
"Was it good?" she asked.
"Do you even need to ask? No one in this world looks better than you," Li Changzhou replied, then added, "Not even a fairy."
"I meant Xiao Yue."
"What's Xiao Yue?"
With a faint smile from Yang Qinglan, the moonlight seemed to grow three times more beautiful.
"Is this what they call 'checking in'?" Li Qianxia cradled her right hand with her left, stroking her chin as she muttered to herself.
"No," Yang Qinglan's gaze shifted to her, "it's teasing."
"Oh— it's teasing." Li Qianxia had an epiphany, very much deserving a beating.
"Alright," Li Changzhou spoke up, "Let's tally up this time's rewards."
The school history museum fell quiet, yet there was a distinct palpable excitement in the air.
The three exchanged glances and simultaneously began to smile, all eagerly anticipating.
