Jiang Nian swallowed his anger and waited!
After leaving the school gate.
Li Qingrong took out a small box from her sleeve and handed it to Jiang Nian.
"For you."
"What is it?"
"Apple."
"Huh?" Jiang Nian looked down, bewildered, "The apple you're talking about, why is it this kind of apple?"
"Don't like it?" Li Qingrong glanced at him.
"Not really, I just don't usually wear watches." Jiang Nian gave her a look, glanced around, and lifted her hand.
He rolled up her sleeve, revealing her snow-white delicate wrist.
"It looks better on you."
Li Qingrong lowered her gaze, withdrew her hand, and declined.
"It's for you."
"But I don't wear it often, it's a shame to leave it at home." Jiang Nian said, "You wear it for me. When I want to wear it, I'll take it off your wrist."
"It's 'take'." Li Qingrong corrected his word choice.
Hearing this, Jiang Nian laughed.
This was the first time Li Qingrong reacted to his playful words, which made him want to flirt more and more openly.
