How could anyone be so familiar with a stranger?
Ever since Zheng Yu met that strange older girl, she felt like she was becoming strange herself.
It was odd. One moment, the girl was so familiar she wanted to kiss her, and the next, she couldn't even stand to look at her.
Bie Shiqin: "I like you."
Zheng Yu reached out to feel her forehead. "Are you okay?"
Theme: Don't let them figure out that I like them.
