Furrowing her brows in deep thought, Luo Qianqian did not look up again. Even though her mind wandered, no one deliberately reminded her about it.
After class, Yue Xiluo almost fled in panic at Luo Qianqian's gaze, but he calmly packed up his things and turned to leave.
Luo Qianqian took out her wallet and tossed her bag to Elvis, "Keep an eye on this for me."
Just after she spoke, she ran out. Elvis watched the scene and sighed in relief, assuming Luo Qianqian was simply hungry.
Yet Luo Qianqian caught up with Yue Xiluo's pace, "Teacher."
Yue Xiluo's steps stiffened. He felt something was particularly odd about Luo Qianqian today, but he still turned around, "What is it, Luo Qianqian? I saw you were distracted all day. Don't let it happen next time."
Luo Qianqian's lips curled up. "Yes, teacher. Teacher, may I look at your hand?"
Yue Xiluo paused, then stretched out his right hand.
