The next day.
Jiang Nian opened his eyes and pulled his hand out from his pants.
Hidden heaters in the backup are like this.
He picked up his phone and skillfully opened the photo album. Even though Xu Qianqian retracted it quickly, cleverness can outsmart caution.
In the photo, the girl in front of the mirror had a youthful face, with dark hair and red lips.
He stared at the photo for a while, suddenly feeling a bit thirsty. Suppressing his surging hormones, he thought to himself that he'd eat it up sooner or later.
A box of apples was on the desk, and he casually grabbed one.
He washed up and went out.
Senior year of high school, fourth floor.
"Fangfang, morning." Jiang Nian entered the classroom in high spirits, "Today is a good day, a really good day."
A good day for the driving test, another weekly excuse for absence.
Old Liu would surely be pleased.
"Not early." Huang Fang glanced at him and placed three apple packages on his desk, "Yours, take them back."
