Lin Li and Bai Bufan were not particular, sitting right on the ground, while Lin Li lay down directly, using his hands as a pillow behind his head. Meanwhile, Chen Yu Ying took out a picnic mat from her bag, spread it open, and sat down.
Ding Sihan sat in a standard posture, her legs bent in front of her, resting her chin on her knees, browsing her phone swiftly.
Chen Yu Ying, perhaps because she was wearing a skirt, had her legs stretched out flat like in yoga practice, straight and long, accentuating her good body proportions.
"There are still small bugs in the grass. You guys should come sit on this," Chen Yu Ying said, moving a bit to the left and patting the empty spot on her right, particularly addressing Lin Li, who was lying on the grass.
"Well, in that case, I won't be polite," Bai Bufan was about to decline, but Lin Li had already shamelessly moved his head over.
