The little girl's movements were swift and fleeting, fearing that if she were too slow, she'd be caught.
At this moment, her face was flushed with excitement, and there was a hint of secret joy in her eyes.
Feeling her heart pounding like crazy, Ling Youyu anxiously scanned the classroom.
Only after confirming that there was no one else around did she slightly relax.
Pressing her lips together, Ling Youyu felt a bit disappointed.
The action was too quick earlier, and she barely felt anything.
She glanced at Lin Xian, who was still lying there with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, sleeping soundly.
"Maybe... try again?"
Ling Youyu's mind became active, eager to try again.
"No way, what if someone finds out?"
"If we're discovered, at worst, he'll just pinch my cheek."
The little girl was mentally at war, in a fierce battle within herself.
Sensibility ultimately prevailed over rationality.
