Xi Zirong's expression stiffened. He turned his face to the side and emphasized, "Don't be curious about the first-year students. They're only fifteen, a full two years younger than us."
At six-thirty in the summer, the light was ample—so ample that Xu Su immediately spotted the blush on his profile.
"..." 'He gets flustered so easily, and he loves to sulk.'
But the more flustered he got, the more Xu Su couldn't resist teasing him.
Her mischievous streak flared up. She smiled, tilting her head to study him. "Xi Zirong, are you upset just because Huang Feng praised some first-years for being handsome and having good grades? And here I was, thinking you were so good-tempered and emotionally stable."
Xi Zirong turned to look at her. "It has nothing to do with anyone else. You know that. It's what you think that I care about."
His directness caught her off guard.
