"No playing." Tang Yue firmly refused.
Lian Qingyang, who had finally met someone beautiful and good at playing games, didn't want to let Tang Yue go. He reached out to pull her, but before he could speak, his hand was shaken off.
Tang Yue frowned, took a step back, and warned, "Just speak, don't touch."
Her gaze fell on Lian Qingyang, whose handsome features and middle-parted tousled hair made him look very cool, his face still youthful, looking like a tender young handsome guy.
"Stingy." Lian Qingyang flipped his short tousled hair, and coolly said, "Come half an hour earlier next time."
Having said that, Lian Qingyang swiftly ran off.
Tang Yue: …
He says come half an hour earlier, just like that?
Tang Yue muttered in her heart, this is yet another spoiled boy.
Tang Yue packed up her textbooks and notes, this class had really interested her.
