After class, Luo Qianqian packed up her backpack. Seeing Jimo Cheng still focused on his painting, she didn't disturb him and quietly sat on the side, picking up a book. After all, there were no classes for a while; her next class wasn't until the afternoon.
"Is class over?" It wasn't long before Jimo Cheng put away his pen and realized that the classroom was nearly empty, except for Luo Qianqian, who was engrossed in her book.
"Yeah," Luo Qianqian put away her book, smiling, "You get so lost in your work that you forget about time. You might miss lunch, right?" Yet there was a hint of concern in her eyes.
Jimo Cheng shook his head with a light chuckle, "No, I usually finish my drawings quickly."
"Let's go, then. I've arranged to meet Elvis, you want to come along?" Luo Qianqian finished packing her backpack, her face all smiles.
Jimo Cheng nodded, "I don't have anything else planned, and I was thinking of having lunch with you, so let's go together."
