The guy sitting in front, Liu Chuandao, was inwardly thrilled, his pancake face blooming like a morning glory.
Having just escaped the prison of the Four Golden Flowers, who knows how stifled he felt seeing them every day?
In this situation, even a moderately good-looking girl would make him salivate.
What's more, on his right was makeup expert Lu Qiqi, and on his left, the pretty Meng Zi Yun.
No need to choose, then, right?
Liu Chuandao tore at the tissue paper excitedly.
He shredded the tissue paper into strips, each strip clinging like lotus roots, and then blew a breath at it from his mouth so those strips danced in the wind, turning into a long, thin string.
One end of that tissue string just happened to drift onto Meng Zi Yun's pile of books.
Meng Zi Yun turned her head, following the red string to the right, where she met Liu Chuandao's pancake face.
Meng Zi Yun: "?"
Liu Chuandao pointed at the tissue string: "Hahaha, Xiao Meng, do you know what this is?"
