Inside the classroom, Yue Qingqing was doing her papers when she suddenly blinked.
She moved her stool two centimeters to the side.
Smack!
Ye Chunxiao violently collided with the corner of the desk, his facial features contorting in pain.
Although the person sitting behind Yue Qingqing wasn't fond of Ye Chunxiao, they couldn't help but ask,
"Are you alright?"
"No, no problem." Ye Chunxiao rubbed his chest where he had been hit, cursing internally why Yue Qingqing had to lean to the side.
Otherwise, he could have bumped into her instead, and taken the opportunity to pull a strand of her hair off.
Ye Chunxiao could only apologize, saying his foot had slipped, and headed back to his seat.
Yue Qingqing watched Ye Chunxiao's retreating figure, her brow slightly furrowing.
Very strange.
These past few days, she had constantly felt Ye Chunxiao lurking around her.
Like a pesky mosquito that, even if swatted away for a moment, would buzz back in, leaving one annoyed and disturbed.
