Yunxi pressed his lips together, eyes burning as he stared at Qiao Yi, and finally said, "Suit yourself!"
With that, he walked past her, heading towards the classroom first.
The sun was blazing overhead, and a thin layer of sweat trickled down Qiao Yi's forehead, yet she felt that Yunxi's words were even more scorching than the sunlight on her skin.
A gentle breeze blew by, accompanied by the ceaseless cicadas' chorus.
But in her mind, those words kept floating around.
Suit yourself.
She longed to make him taste the feeling of being nervous.
But he wouldn't give her the chance.
This afternoon's main course was dance, and after gathering in the practice room and doing the usual stretching exercises,
