Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
During class.
It was bright outside. Han Qiqing laid herself on the desk, holding a fist under her chin with one hand writing sothing on the blank graph paper.
A shadow crept over her, but she was unaware, looking very absorbed.
Song Shijun sat down at the seat in front of her desk. Catching her unprepared, he snatched away the paper she was writing on.
“What are you writing?”
Han Qiqing finally reacted to him, looking at him surprised. Then she reached for the paper to get it back. “Hey, what are you doing! Give it back to !”
“Let’s see what you have written.” Song Shijun looked amused. His hands were much longer than her. Just by raising his hand was enough to keep it out of her reach.
Damned little stub of a hand!
“Song Shijun!” Han Qiqing called out his na as she glared at him, and she threatened, “Give it to quickly!”
“Or what? You’ll bite ?” Song Shijun jokingly proffered his hand to her, thinking she wouldn’t dare to bite him.
Han Qiqing curled her lips and ground her teeth as she stared at his hand.
“You think I won’t bite you?”
Then I’ll show you!
With that said, she grabbed his hand with both her hands, and ruthlessly bit him.
“Ow!” Song Shijun scread and quickly pulled his hand back. “You really bit ? Qiqing, were you born in the year of the dog?”
On the back of his hand was a large bite mark.
Han Qiqing ground her teeth angrily as she said, “Are you going to return it now?”
Given their differences in height and arm length, it was hard for her to take it back herself.
Song Shijun suddenly smiled mischievously. His handso face leaned close to her, and he deliberately said, “I just went to the bathroom and didn’t wash my hands.”
Han Qiqing paused. Then her face turned ashen as the thought ca to her.
“Song! Shi! Jun!”
Then she spat her saliva about as though she was really afraid of coming into contact with sothing foul.
Thinking about how he went to the washroom earlier and not wash his hands after touching his thing…
Han Qiqing was enraged with disgust!
“Song Shijun, I’m going to kill you!” She stood up imdiately and threw herself at him, trying to strangle his neck.
Song Shijun quickly laughed, “I was just kidding! Just look. You bit my left hand, okay? When we go to the toilet, we usually use the…”
“Shut up! One more word from you, and I will throw you down from here!” Han Qiqing was red as she shouted at him.
Song Shijun raised his hand to surrender, and then he zipped up his mouth.
“Humph!” Han Qiqing sat down, her eyes still glaring at him.
She searched at her desk but there wasn’t any water around.
“Do you have water?”
Song Shijun nodded obediently.
Han Qiqing pointed to his desk and said, “Go and get it for !”
That resembled a master ordering about her dog.
The puppy, Song Shijun was very obedient. He quickly went to get the water and even tried to get on her good side by helping her to unscrew the cap.
“You don’t need to open it! Off with your dirty hands!” Han Qiqing shouted at him.
Song Shijun stopped opening the bottle, and proffered it with both hands to her.
Han Qiqing unscrewed the cap and drank it as though to rinse her mouth. Her anger subsided a little
However, she vowed to herself that she would never bite his hand again. Just the thought of this was traumatic.
Seeing that she had cald down, Song Shijun then went back to his jovial manner as he looked at the paper in his hand.
There were only two words written on the paper. It was soone’s na.
Lu Yichen.
Song Shijun sighed inwardly and returned her paper.
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