As the pretty girl lifted her face, her high ponytail swept across her light gray sweatshirt. From Shen Yuan's angle, he could see her collarbone peeking out from the crooked collar.
Faintly visible, it left much to the imagination.
Shen Yuan let out a cold snort. He planted a hand on the seam where their two desks met, his leaning body already crossing the line that divided their space.
"You…"
Shen Yuan lowered his voice in a mock threat.
But before Shen Yuan could finish, Li Zhi suddenly pulled back, one hand covering her collar, her face a mask of vigilance as she stared at him.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's that supposed to mean? What's the big idea?" Shen Yuan said, disgruntled.
Li Zhi's response was to shoot a fierce glare back at him.
"Pervert!"
"No, I…"
"What are you trying to do?!"
Seeing the dangerous look in Li Zhi's eyes, Shen Yuan reached up and scratched his head.
"Fine, I just wanted to ask what you're doing for the Mid-Autumn Festival."
