Classic line format: If it's XX, then XXX doesn't matter.
Zhang Qiqi's words seemed to convey something like that.
If it were an ordinary male university student, he might already be getting ahead of himself at this moment.
"What does she mean? What does she mean?"
"She saw the awkward camel toe when she wore yoga pants, and I took a photo of it."
"Is she implying that it's okay for me to look, and okay for me to take pictures, but not for others?"
"Is this trust? No, it's definitely not just trust."
"What does she mean! Damn it, what is she trying to say!"
Eventually, a myriad of thoughts condensed into one phrase:
— "Hehe, she likes me."
However, at this moment, Cheng Zhu's heart was without a ripple, and even a bit scattered in thought.
Though it was Qiqi who was leaning against him, his mind wandered to Yiyi.
The skin in contact was his cousin, but in his head, he was thinking about his younger cousin!
