So, I simply grabbed some skewers and started eating.
While eating leisurely, I glanced at Jiang Nian as if to say, I've started eating.
Of course, Jiang Nian didn't care, but Yu Zhiyi's figure was too good to ignore, and many people at the table were watching us.
When you're involved, you can't see clearly; when you're not, you see everything. Yu Zhiyi's slightly humble look also caught the eyes of others.
Sun Zhicheng was eating scallions, but they tasted bland. He wanted to say something, but ended up sighing.
"Sigh."
A sudden realization hit him—the holiday was ending with just a week left; maybe nobody wants to pretend anymore.
The girls at the table exchanged glances, without intending to mock. After all, the target of that slightly humble look...
...is Jiang Nian.
Three high school years, who hasn't had a crush?
Midway, someone suggested the bill was too expensive. They suggested splitting it, which most people agreed to.
