Lin Ruochun: "..."
You’ve already asked, how can I pretend you didn’t?
She doesn’t have a fish’s mory.
Lin Ruochun pursed her lips and poked Wen Qiao’s arm.
Wen Qiao looked at her: "Why are you poking ?"
"It’s just..." Lin Ruochun leaned closer to Wen Qiao, her voice a little softer: "You... um..."
Seeing Lin Ruochun stamring, Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "Are you all nervous like this because you want to confess to ?"
"..."
"Alright, alright, I’m just teasing you." Wen Qiao saw Lin Ruochun looking at her silently, so she raised a hand to pinch her cheek: "Just kidding, why so serious? Go ahead, I’m listening."
Having acted with Wen Qiao for almost half a year, Lin Ruochun had gotten used to Wen Qiao’s occasional touchiness and didn’t bother to stop her.
Because even if she moved Wen Qiao’s hand away, she’d be back the next mont.
"Have you noticed sothing?" Lin Ruochun asked.
"Noticed what?" Wen Qiao quickly forgot what was just said and continued to tease her: "I an, exams give key points. If you don’t give a focus, how am I supposed to know what you’re talking about?"
Lin Ruochun stuttered: "It’s just, Qin Xiang, you know, with , you get it?"
Wen Qiao responded with a "hmm": "Qin Xiang, you know, you."
Lin Ruochun nodded, her eyes holding a hint of anticipation.
Wen Qiao took in her reaction, stifling a laugh, and continued to act oblivious: "So, what am I supposed to get?"
"..."
Lin Ruochun glared at Wen Qiao, she’s doing it on purpose! She must be doing it on purpose!!
"Forget it." Lin Ruochun gave up: "I won’t ask you anymore."
Saying so, she started to sit upright.
"Co back." Wen Qiao grabbed her arm: "Why are you so easy to tease?"
Lin Ruochun struggled a bit: "Let go of , I’m not asking you anymore."
"Alright, alright, this ti I really won’t tease you, don’t get upset."
Wen Qiao stretched her arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer.
Qin Xiang, sitting on Lin Ruochun’s other side, widened his eyes at the sight of Wen Qiao’s arm around Lin Ruochun’s shoulder.
Have won beco so bold these days?
He looked down at his own arm, then at Wen Qiao’s, frowning.
No aesthetic at all.
It should be his arm around Lin Ruochun’s shoulder.
Wen Qiao didn’t know her arm was being sized up by Qin Xiang. She whispered in Lin Ruochun’s ear, "You just want to know if I’ve noticed Qin Xiang’s changed attitude towards you, right?"
Lin Ruochun stopped struggling and ekly replied with a small "hmm."
"There’s definitely so change."
Wen Qiao confird Lin Ruochun’s suspicion, giving her a bit of reassurance, but before Lin Ruochun could completely relax, Wen Qiao added: "But that doesn’t necessarily an anything. Regardless of what’s in his heart, unless he explicitly says it, just act like you know nothing."
Wen Qiao smoothed out the stray hairs by Lin Ruochun’s face and adjusted the crown on her head, "Girls are precious, just wait for others to pursue you, there’s no need to be too proactive."
She ant no disrespect, nor did she believe that girls inherently have to wait for guys to pursue them, or that a girl being forward is desperate and lowers her value.
It’s just that Lin Ruochun and Qin Xiang’s situation is different.
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