"Got it."
Si Ruoran glanced mischievously, put the book back onto the shelf, and began to seriously read it.
Xin Yibin turned back, the gentle and doting smile lingering on his lips disappearing.
After class, Si Ruoran packed up her desk, and she heard Zhao Yuan and Han Xiao calling Xin Yibin outside. After more than a year of interaction, Si Ruoran also became quite familiar with Xin Yibin's two brothers.
"Wanna grab dinner together?"
Zhao Yuan, smiling warmly, pointed his thumb to the side, intentionally seeking Si Ruoran's opinion.
"Sure."
Han Xiao slung his arm around Xin Yibin's neck, a suggestive look on his face, "Your sister just came to find us earlier. My, how a girl changes over the years. That little girl who used to have a runny nose and cry all the time, has grown up to be quite beautiful."
"Don't get any ideas about her, you're not her type."
