After dinner.
Ding—
Song Yaoyao had just finished washing up. The sky-blue fleece bathrobe around her body made her look even more petite and dainty.
She turned on her phone. The sender was Tang Xinrou.
Thinking of the scene she saw after school, Song Yaoyao's eyes curved up.
She finally understood why so many people liked to listen to gossip.
It was such an interesting thing!
Rourou: Ahhh! Precious, I'm going to suffocate!
Rourou: Heeeelp!
Rourou: [ImDying.jpg]
Song Yaoyao: ?
Rourou: I'm dating someone.
Rourou: [Blushing.jpg]
Song Yaoyao: An Feiran?
Rourou: How did you know? /shocked
Song Yaoyao: [QuestionMark.jpg]
Song Yaoyao: Student Tang Xinrou, do you have the wrong idea about my IQ?
The two of them did not go straight home after school. They hid in the empty stairwell of the school. Their faces were as red as cooked shrimp. She was not blind.
Rourou: Aiya!
