He scanned the three shocked and "devastated" faces before him. "Besides, it's perfectly natural for me to hold my childhood sweetheart's hand. What business is it of yours?"
With that, the grin on Shen Yuan's lips widened. "I'm not just holding her hand now. I've been holding it since we were little, right up to today."
"Fuck!"
The three of them swore in unison.
Ah Jie rubbed his arms as if he couldn't bear it. "Gross! That's so gross! This is a cafeteria, dude! Have some decency!"
Yang Ze wore a constipated expression, feeling as though his pure heart had been corrupted.
Chen Mingyu, on the other hand, shook his head in anguish. "It's over, it's over. The boy is a lost cause."
At the same time, at an empty table a little ways off, the atmosphere was just as fever-pitched.
