Unknowingly, an hour and a half passed, and Su Rourou finally finished her homework. She let out a long sigh of relief, and shook off the pen in her hand fiercely.
Luo Yichen raised his eyes from the phone screen: "It's done? It's been over half an hour!"
After speaking, he got up and walked towards her, and sat down beside her.
And Su Rourou secretly moved her chair out the moment he sat down.
The expression on Luo Yichen's face stiffened for a moment, but soon returned to normal. He put his homework on the left, Su Rourou's on the right, and picked up a red pen to help her correct it.
Su Rourou lazily rested her little head on her arm, while eating the plate of fruit that Li Juan brought earlier, she turned her head to look at Luo Yichen.
His expression was very focused, his long and curled eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a faint shadow on the high bridge of his nose. The pen in her hand circled and forked on her homework, and her thin lips became tighter and tighter.
Su Rourou's eyes slipped from the corners of his tightly pursed lips to her homework book, and her heart skipped a beat. Why are five of the ten questions marked with big crosses
Although my usual grades are not very good, but it is not so bad, right? Her self-esteem was severely hit, and her eating speed slowed down.
Luo Yichen seemed to be aware of her sudden depression, so he glanced at her and said, "Your accuracy is a bit low!"
It seems that he has to help her make up for it. Otherwise, how could she go to the same university as him in the future
Su Rourou rolled her eyes: This tone sounds like his answer is a standard answer! Proud narcissistic guy!
Although she knew that she and Luo Yichen were not on the same level, she still said bravely: "Who said my accuracy rate is low? Your answer is not a standard answer! Maybe you are the one who is wrong!"
Looking at her expression of defiantly, Luo Yichen was both angry and funny, lightly touched her forehead and said, "I said, can you be more modest?"
Su Rourou covered her forehead that had been bounced, raised her head and stared at him: "You are the one who is not humble!"
"Oh, really?" Luo Yichen raised his eyebrows: "Okay, let's make a bet and see whose answer is right, do you dare?"
"Bet, just bet! Whoever is afraid of whom! I tell you, you are bound to lose!" Although Su Rourou was very guilty in her heart, the momentum on her face was not inferior at all.
"What's the bet?" Luo Yichen leaned on the back of the chair, looking determined to win.
"Pearl milk tea!" Su Rourou blurted out habitually.
Luo Yichen was speechless: "I said, can you be a little more creative? Every time it's bubble milk tea, are you tired of it?"
"Then you're creative, tell me!" Su Rourou spread her hands indifferently.
"Just bet..." Luo Yichen thought seriously for a while, then lowered his head to look at her, his gaze brushed across her fair cheeks, and then her pink lips.
On the rosy lips, there is still fruit juice, exuding a sweet breath. His eyes stayed on her lips for a while, and his eyes became hotter and hotter.
Su Rourou felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and her small face was burned hot by his gaze. She shrunk back into a ball vigilantly, leaning back, trying to keep the distance between her and him as far as possible.
But uncontrollably, his fingertips caressing his lips on the top floor of the school during the day appeared in his mind. God! What is she thinking! Could it be that when a girl is in her dreaming period, she can still fantasize about Luo Yichen