"Senior, can I have your WeChat?" A young man with a buzz cut tentatively extended his phone.
He looked at the girl in front of him with a gentle smile in his eyes, his voice so soft it seemed tangible.
This action drew the attention of a few classmates passing by the school gate, who stopped and cast suggestive glances their way.
Yu Zhi lifted her eyes indifferently. "Is there something you need?"
She remembered this student; he had delivered a speech on behalf of the student council during the opening ceremony and was reportedly very accomplished.
But they had no interaction whatsoever.
"Senior, you're my type." The buzz-cut boy candidly expressed his interest without any attempt to conceal his thoughts.
He lightly shook his phone. "Can I?"
"I'm married." Yu Zhi instinctively rubbed the ring on her finger, a faint ripple flickering in her gaze.
Merely thinking of him made her heart feel sweet.
