I, Lin Yi, have always been a fan of people, but when I met Shen Qingyan, a "cute" student with glasses, everything changed.
He was six years older than me but couldn't even open a beer bottle cap, while I could repair a motorcycle with my bare hands.
Until he was blocked in the laboratory, I subconsciously stood in front of him.
From that day on, I deliberately dangled my wet hair in front of him and pulled my collar down to the third button.
But he pushed up his glasses and said seriously: "Classmate Lin, the formula on your collarbone... Is wrong."
Later, he pressed me between the bookshelves and breathed hotly: "Anything wrong... I will help you correct it."
