"Come on, come on, eat spicy sticks..." Zuo Yun poked a spicy stick directly into Lu Qingli's mouth without raising his head. Immediately a pungent and spicy taste spread in his mouth.
"Ahem..." Lu Qingli coughed violently. "What did you feed me?"
Zuo Yun looked back at the unknown boy: "I'm sorry, I stuffed it wrongly."
Because of a sudden heavy rain, all the students were trapped in the corridor, including Zuo Yun and Lu Qingli.
Junior high school, high school, college. He has always been a classmate with her. He is a top student and she is also a top student.
"Can you please stop lingering?" Zuo Yun looked back at the tall man.
"I still have such a bad temper, but I still like it quite a bit." Lu Qingli's voice sounded like a spring breeze.
Intention: "My temper is still so explosive, but I still like it quite a lot." Lu Qingli's voice sounded like a spring breeze.
