"Lin Jingyan is great."
"Huh?"
"You're leaving tomorrow, you have to leave something behind." Fang Rui's eyes were filled with treachery.
"For example?"
"Like your first blood?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jingyan was showered with kisses.
What happened next cannot be written down openly in JJ.
All he knew was that early the next morning, Lin Jingyan sent the balled-up sheets and quilt covers back home, and that Fang Rui was fine except for walking with a limp for three days in a row.
The people at the club thought that they probably sprained their foot while helping Lin Jingyan carry his luggage.
Conception: