The early autumn sunset dyed their blue-and-white school uniforms a warm orange, the lingering warmth of late summer still clinging to their hems.
Lin Meng Qiu had no interest in admiring the scenery. Wen Zhixia had just made her lose her composure.
Her jawline had lost its earlier sharpness, and even her cheeks puffed out slightly. The faint red at the tips of her ears had spread to her nose, yet her little expression remained cold. She looked exactly like a little dumpling reddened by the cold.
She walked beside Chen Shi'an like that, looking as though she did not want to say another word.
Chen Shi'an stole glances at her now and then. Seeing how she had lost her composure after losing that battle, he wanted to laugh but had to hold it in. It was torture.
See! I kindly told you to leave early, but you wouldn't!
You just had to dawdle and wait for Little Cicada. You're bad with words and don't even know your own limits. How could you beat Little Cicada in a war of words?
Lin Meng Qiu rarely wore her emotions on her face, yet whenever she encountered Wen Zhixia, the girl could easily break her composure.
Little Cicada really was something!
But now you've upset the class president. Who's supposed to soothe her afterward?
Should he compliment her by saying, "Oh, class president, you're much cuter when you're angry than when you wear your usual icy face," or say, "Let it go, let it go, you can't beat her"? Chen Shi'an was certain that if he really said that, once they reached her home, her kitchen knife would probably be chopping him instead of vegetables.
Chen Shi'an stole another glance at her. Seeing the girl still wearing that tense little face and