"My name is Song Yaoyao. Welcome to the third class."
Song Yaoyao's voice was soft and very friendly.
An Feiran looked at her and blushed, his eyes glowing. He wiped his hands on his pants. His body was so hot that he was sweating even though it was the middle of winter. He looked at the fair and soft hand and felt tempted to shake it. So, he stretched out his hand...
"Welcome.," a low and raspy voice said tiredly.
An Feiran was shocked. The hand that shook his was hard and rough. It was completely different from Song Yaoyao's hand! He lifted his gaze.
The boy in front of him raised his eyebrows. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and smirked.
"Th-Thank you..."
That day, he had witnessed how fierce this punk was.
His eyes darted. He held onto his hand carefully and shook it. "Thank you for accepting me."
Shen Xun: "Idi—"
