"Does it look good?" Liu Qingning stood with her hands behind her back, the corners of her mouth curved upwards slightly.
There was a hint of a young girl's proud, tsundere show-off in her expression.
"It looks good." Tang Song's breathing was a little uneven. "It's just—almost too good."
"Pfft—" Liu Qingning let out a light laugh, the curves before her chest trembling up and down with surging waves.
She tipped her chin at him and stubbornly explained, "Don't get the wrong idea. I just went to school yesterday and happened to remember that I might not have thrown away my old uniform yet, so I tried looking for it. I didn't expect to actually find it."
"Is that so?" Tang Song's face was full of disbelief. "I thought you put it on specially for me to see."
"Hmph, so full of yourself!" Liu Qingning made an adorable face at him.
Tang Song looked at that familiar face, and the familiar school uniform.
His throat bobbed as he sincerely praised, "You look beautiful in that outfit."
"Hmph, of course I do!"
Then Tang Song casually shut the bedroom door.
With a click, he locked it.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you locking the door?" Liu Qingning's face flushed as she instinctively stepped back. "In broad daylight—"
"It's nothing. I'm just afraid someone might interrupt us while we deeply revisit the old days."
"Ah! What nonsense are you thinking about again?!"
Tang Song looked into White Moonlight's bright eyes and said in a low voice, "You know exactly what I mean. And this time, you were the one who took the initiative."
"I did not!" Liu Qingning's neck instantly turned red. "I only wanted you to take one look. Get out, I need to change now."
Tang Song did not answer.