Ever since Xia Liang discovered the secret behind Larkspur's identity, she had often deliberately made all sorts of intimate gestures.
Sometimes, she would sit beside Larkspur and play with her long blue hair, braiding it into little plaits or twisting it into ropes.
Other times, she would suddenly run up behind Larkspur and cover her eyes, playing the somewhat childish game of "Guess who I am?"
More often, though, she would secretly make little moves specifically when Lin Xiaolu was around, like tickling her, kicking her foot, or writing words on Larkspur's hand to pass along whispers.
The contents of those whispers were completely meaningless too, things like "I can't do this," "This is so hard," or "Explain it again." It would have been fine to say them aloud at the table, but she insisted on conveying them through little tricks.
Once or twice would have been one thing, but after it happened so often, Larkspur felt that she ought to give her a small warning.
"Little Brocade, you've been staring at that page for half the day. Have you figured out how to write it?"
So she narrowed her eyes and said coolly, "I was just discussing this with White Rose. Do you want to share your thoughts with her?"
"Hm?"
Xia Liang, who had been pretending to stare at her textbook, froze slightly before looking up in confusion. "What?"
"Weren't you looking at the problem?" Larkspur took the opportunity to pull her hand away and crossed her arms over her chest. "Factorization. You can discuss all these types of problems with White Rose."
"Ah, this..." Xia Liang lowered her head and looked at the page, momentarily speechless.
Her reaction was exactly as Larkspur had expected. She had been too focused on making little moves and probably had no