The girl's name is Liu Tianyue.
Song Lingling blinked suspiciously: "Just pens."
"Why is it so hot?" Liu Tianyue rubbed her fingers.
Even now, she could feel the slight pain from her scorched fingertip.
"Hot?" Song Lingling was even more puzzled.
She opened the iron box, which contained two fountain pens and one ballpoint pen.
There's nothing inside, how could it be hot?
"Look, my pencil case only has a few pens, nothing else."
Everyone leaned in, and inside, indeed, there was nothing but smiles.
Yijun stood up, at seventeen years old, he was already 1.8 meters tall.
After he stood up, the opened iron box completely reflected into his eyes.
Used for holding pens?
He raised an eyebrow, flicked his eyes, and looked at Song Lingling with a gaze like looking at a fool.
Such a magical iron box, and it's being used for holding pens?
When he was a child, he also got burned touching it, but not every time...
