Her expression wasn't exactly strange, but it was deeply unsettling. It made you feel as if you'd suddenly shrunk, reduced to a piece of trash on the floor.
"In your dreams."
After saying her piece, Mei Lin slung her bag over her shoulder and turned to leave. When she saw that Jiang Jiang was still rooted to the spot, she walked back, took his hand, and led him away.
And just like that, they were holding hands.
She didn't let go on the way back. As they walked to the dorm, Mei Lin announced that she would never attend that class for the nobles again.
After that, everything seemed to return to normal. Until night fell, with the hazy moon and enchanting lights, and Jiang Jiang was once again making Mei Lin's bed.
The young lady suddenly appeared behind him, asking boldly, "I heard you like me. Does that mean making my bed for me makes you especially happy?"
"I've slept in this bed."
"..."
Perhaps, before today, Jiang Jiang's mind had been free of any inappropriate thoughts.
