"Have you ever thought about having a grand love affair with your deskmate?"
Ji Xia glanced at Luo Jing, who put her head on the table like a salted fish on the beach. Her serious look did not look like she was joking, so she quietly reached out from under the desk, held the man's index finger and shook it gently.
Luo Jing seemed to feel an electric current spreading from her index finger to her brain, with an inexplicable heat that lit the tips of her ears red. She raised her eyes and stared at the girl in front of her. She still had a high black ponytail and silver-white earrings, but the ruffianism and casualness of the past were gone, replaced by the gentleness kissed by the sunset.
"I don't know about others," she said word by word, "but I really want to have a vigorous love affair with you."
"For example, I can go to our high school's confession wall right now and declare my sovereignty. Luo Jing, the academic committee member of the first class of the sophomore liberal arts class, is mine."