——"Do you believe that the monitor will like eight girls at the same time?"
——"I don't know." (But she started counting.)
When the chat history that Liang Yi mistakenly sent to the four-person group was exposed——
"Don't talk like that, she won't be able to handle it."
"Are you so afraid of hurting her self-esteem?"
Only then did Li Xintong realize that behind those unstoppable glances, there was a long-planned gentle siege.
——
"Li Xintong, do you believe that rumor?"
Shen Xingci propped up his knees and bent over to look at her, with beads of sweat from the basketball court hanging on his eyelashes.
She pinched the 18th candy wrapper and thought:
It's over, this time his eyes seemed to catch it.
Intention: nostalgia