He shook his head and said, "Chen, you're overthinking it. I was just curious, that's all. I'm not interested in those green little girls. The one I like is...heh heh heh!"
He raised his eyebrows meaningfully.
Qingchen looked at him with disdain.
Everyone at school thought of him as the universally acknowledged handsome and sunny boy, but only he knew that this kid was sly and filthy on the inside, frivolous yet not dashing, and, weirdly, never seriously involved with anyone.
In a nutshell, he was fickle, loved to play, and was quite the joker, but in front of girls, he liked to pretend to be the graceful gentleman.
Middle school was different from elementary school, with more subjects and longer classes.
Muxia held her face in her hands, and from time to time, the image of the handsome guy who helped her with her books would pop into her head.
It's over...
She could be sure that she was really experiencing the dawn of her romantic feelings!
No way!
