Bei Mo was slightly taken aback.
The girl's hands were small and soft, with a fragrance like gardenias, utterly refreshing. His lips were tightly covered by her warm, soft palms.
"Can't talk now, can you?" The girl wore a smug smile on her less-than-perfect face.
Bei Mo: "..."
Fine, as long as you're happy.
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out in the class.
"He's here! He's here! The new transfer student is here!"
Someone took the lead in shouting, and immediately the entire classroom fell silent as every pair of eyes instinctively turned toward the direction of the window.
Some students near the door even stuck their heads out to take a look.
Li Mumu was no exception and instinctively looked outside the classroom.
Behind the homeroom teacher was a handsome young man.
