She froze for a moment, then immediately burst out laughing.
She stood up and patted Gu Jiahui on the shoulder, "Nice move, very clever. But for me, it's too greasy. I prefer guys who are better than me."
"Like who, that useless Gu Shiting?"
Sheng Tang grabbed his collar again, her tone instantly sharp, "He's a hundred times better than you, idiot!"
She turned and went downstairs.
Gu Jiahui lazily leaned back in his chair, the finger that had skimmed Sheng Tang's lips now pressed against his own.
He could still feel the softness of her lips on his fingertip.
He sat silently for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, "Very good, intense!"
Sheng Tang went downstairs and glanced up at the rooftop.
She wondered if this move would temporarily make Gu Jiahui calm down a bit.
He was graduating in one semester, and by then, he'd probably be too busy to even remember her.
She slowly walked towards the classroom.
