After a few seconds, he thought of something, then turned his head to look at her: "Shijia, I haven't eaten spicy food in a long time. Shall we go together?"
Song Shijia couldn't resist the way he looked at her, especially with the boy's slightly hoarse voice tinged with a hint of pleading.
Her breath still hadn't calmed down from that kiss earlier.
By the time she realized it, she had already nodded:
"Alright, let's go for Sichuan cuisine then."
Ji Ruofeng then started the car, slowly driving towards the shopping district.
Meanwhile, Yun Qiluo stood where she was, watching their car gradually disappear into the distance. After a long while, she turned and headed back to school with her bunny backpack.
She felt so lonely now, like a stray dog.
So pitiful.
After returning home in the evening, Yun Qiluo lay on the bed thinking seriously for a long time before going to sleep.
She realized that she might not be that interested in live streaming anymore.
