Not to mention, they even held hands.
She slowly lifted her left hand, staring dazedly at it, as if the warmth from his hand was still clearly lingering there.
Orange curled up beside her, occasionally brushing her with its tail, seemingly sharing in its owner's joy.
"Dingdong——" The WeChat notification sound rang out.
[Tang Song: "(╹◡╹) Got it, rest early."]
Seeing this reply, especially the emoticon above it, Zhang Yan rubbed her cheeks and smiled foolishly.
Then, she lifted her head and looked around at the disordered apartment filled with the aftermath of the dinner gathering, hastily stood up, and began to take action.
She swept and mopped the floor, bundled up the trash left by her friends and threw it away;
she wiped the tables and chairs, and straightened the couch cushions one by one;
she rearranged the bookshelf and desk, lining up every book neatly in order…
