Taking a deep breath, she clicked send.
Then, her eyes were glued to her phone screen, waiting for Tang Song's reply.
After a moment.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
[Tang Song: "Sure, I want the Grand Slam, the most luxurious version."]
Qiuqiu's eyes slightly lifted, crossing her legs as she began to think hard while texting him.
She was not good at communicating with others; every time she chatted with Tang Song, she had to ponder each word repeatedly, even rehearsing the conversation several times.
Afraid of saying the wrong thing, afraid of upsetting him.
Actually, it's not just with Tang Song; sometimes it happens when chatting with colleagues or classmates too.
But to others, it seemed like she was indifferent, aloof, and distant.
She knew about this flaw, but unfortunately, she couldn't change it.
[Tang Song: "You just woke up, go have breakfast too. Bye-bye. (#hug)"]
Seeing his last emoji, a streak of unnatural blush appeared on Qiuqiu's face.
