Qi Yuan's joy was too conspicuous, even without saying a word, Shu Wan knew what he was thinking.
Shu Wan stretched out her hand, resting it on Qi Yuan's waist, and muttered a comforting phrase, "Let's go to sleep."
Noticing the slight pressure around his waist, Qi Yuan's gaze deepened. He lowered his eyes—Shu Wan had her eyes closed, her nose was pronounced, her expression peaceful.
Because of that one touch, the myriad of thoughts that had fluttered up were all soothed in this tranquil sleeping face.
Qi Yuan held Shu Wan a bit tighter, his chin resting on her shoulder, feeling immensely satisfied.
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At Qing University High School, the bell signaled the end of class, and the students poured out.
"Fu Yang, aren't you leaving?" his deskmate asked, noticing that Fu Yang still hadn't moved after class.
"You guys go ahead, I'm waiting for Mr. Chu to play basketball."
"Hey, didn't you used to hate Mr. Chu the most? How come you're so close with him now?"
"Just go, will you."
