To The Lovely You

  Unconsciously, an hour and a half later, Su Rourou finally finished her homework. She let out a long sigh of relief and threw the pen out of her hand.

  Luo Yichen raised his eyes from the phone screen: "Done? It's over half an hour!"

After   , he got up and walked towards her, sitting beside her.

   And Su Rourou secretly moved her chair out the moment he sat down.

  The expression on Luo Yichen's face was stiff for a moment, and soon returned to normal. He put his workbook on the left, Su Rourou's workbook on the right, and picked up a red pen to help her correct.

  Su Rourou lazily rested her little head on her arm, and while eating the plate of fruit that Li Juan had sent earlier, she turned her head to look at Luo Yichen.

   His expression was very focused, his long and curled eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a faint shadow on the bridge of his tall nose. The pen in her hand circled and forked on her workbook, and her thin lips became tighter and tighter.

  Su Rourou's eyes slipped from the corners of his tightly pursed lips to her workbook, and her heart skipped a beat. Why is there a big cross in five of the ten questions?

  Although your grades are not very good in normal times, it is not that bad, right? The more her self-esteem took a hit, the slower her fruit-eating speed became.

  Luo Yichen also seemed to notice her sudden depression, looked at her and said, "Your accuracy rate is a little low!"

  It looks like he has to help her make up for it. Otherwise, how can she go to the same university as him in the future?

  Su Rourou rolled her eyes: This tone, it sounds like his answer is a standard answer! Proud narcissistic guy!

  Although she knew that she and Luo Yichen were not on the same level, she still said bravely: "Who said that my accuracy rate is low? Yours is not a standard answer! Maybe it's you who is wrong!"

   Looking at her stubborn expression, Luo Yichen was angry and funny, lightly flicked her forehead and said, "I said, can you be more modest?"

  Su Rourou covered her flicked forehead, raised her head and glared at him: "You are the one who is not humble!"

   "Oh, really?" Luo Yichen raised his eyebrows: "Well, let's make a bet to see who has the right answer, dare you?"

   "Just bet! Who's afraid of who! I tell you, you're sure to lose!" Although Su Rourou was very guilty, her aura didn't lose at all.

   "What are you betting on?" Luo Yichen leaned back on the chair, looking as if he was determined to win.

   "Pearl milk tea!" Su Rourou blurted out habitually.

  Luo Yichen was speechless: "I said, can you be a little creative? It's bubble tea every time, are you tired of it?"

   "Then you are creative, come on!" Su Rourou spread her hands indifferently.

   "Just bet..." Luo Yichen thought about it for a while, then lowered his head and looked at her, his eyes swept across her white cheeks without a trace, and then her pink lips.

   On the rosy lips, there is still fruit juice remaining, exuding a sweet smell. His eyes stayed on her lips for a while, and his eyes became more and more burning.

   Su Rou Rou was a little uncomfortable when he looked at her, and her face was burned hot by his gaze. She huddled back alertly, leaning back, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

   But uncontrollably came to his mind the fingertips that touched his lips on the top floor of the school during the day. OMG! What is she thinking! Has it come to a girl's period of thinking, and she can also think about Luo Yichen?