"I wrote my love for you in the years before, buried deep in the Mesopotamian Plain..."
Jiang Nian finished washing up, humming a song as he walked out of the bathroom, shaking his head, and using a towel to dry off the water. He glanced down at his phone and raised an eyebrow.
"Five minutes to wash hair and shower, I'm really impressive."
After drying his hair, he went back to his room, lay on the bed, and received a picture from Lin Dong.
"[Wontons] (Grinning)."
Jiang Nian had a deadpan expression, thinking to himself, what's wrong with this Lin Dong. Sending a picture of late-night snacks, he thought it was another picture of a beauty coming out of the bath, overestimating him.
"???
Lin Dong replied instantly, "Can you guess whose wontons these are? (Sunglasses)"
Jiang Nian: "The canteen auntie made them for you with her mouth."
In the dark dormitory, Lin Dong's smile instantly froze.
Next time, learn the lesson: never chat with Jiang Nian while eating.
