Although a Band-Aid was stuck over the strawberry mark, Fu Ying still feared someone would notice, keeping her hand near her neck to cover it up.
As expected, as soon as Lin Lishan saw her, she asked, "What happened to your neck? Is it scratched?"
Fu Ying lowered her head: "Yeah."
Lin Lishan smirked: "I thought some man had been kissing you."
Fu Ying kept her head down, holding a pen in her hand, looking surprisingly calm.
A university class takes a long time, and there weren't many people in the classroom, sitting sparsely throughout.
Lin Lishan sighed in her ear: "Tomorrow is Qixi Festival."
"Missing your Sheng Chen?"
"Yeah." Lin Lishan had the look of a neglected wife left at home.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"Still wish to be clingy with him every day."
Lin Lishan sighed again and stopped talking.
During this class, Shen Liguang led a team on an emergency call, to a fire scene.
A shop was on fire, with a three-year-old child inside.
