"Could you at least let me know before you leave next time?"
"Sure, I'll definitely let you know first next time."
"Just let me know!?"
Xu Yuebing's voice went up several octaves, reaching out to pinch Ye Qingzhou's cheeks, so angry that her nose almost went crooked.
Ye Qingzhou's skin was thicker than a city wall, allowing Xu Yuebing to mold and squeeze as she pleased, too lazy to resist since it wouldn't break his defense anyway.
The surrounding classmates were fed a whole mouthful of dog food, full of envy.
As the two flirted, an untimely voice suddenly rang out, "So, you're Ye Qingzhou?"
A new face appeared in front of Ye Qingzhou. Although the person wore modern clothes, their manner of speaking and expression were utterly out of place with modern society, oozing the decaying stench of old social hierarchies.
"Did you come out of the Grotto Heaven?"
"You do have some keen sense."
