In the quiet corridor, An Le leaned against the door, secretly observing the large classroom inside.
At a glance, she saw the boy by the window looking outside.
The midday light from outside illuminated his handsome face, forming a stark contrast with the slightly dim lecture hall.
The shadows created a three-dimensional effect, outlining the chiseled contours of his cheeks and the rise and fall of his Adam's apple.
His collarbone was faintly hidden within the white shirt, depicting an unspoken secret eager for her to explore.
Everything seemed to convey a feeling to An Le,
"Xiao Huan looks... so appetizing..."
"..."
Little Thumb, afraid that his sharp remarks might shame An Le into pinching herself again, chose to remain silent.
As the saying goes: You learn to speak at three, but it takes a lifetime to learn to shut up.
Only now did Little Thumb understand this truth.
An Le patted her head, trying to expel those yellow waste thoughts from her brain again.
