Even the cold class monitor is, after all, a girl.
Knowing roughly who she might run into this afternoon, she wore soft fabrics that felt nice to hug.
She stood there quietly, with a dignified and cool demeanor. Her waist was slender, complementing her hips, and her legs were long and thin.
Jiang Nian's gaze fell below her waist, intentionally or unintentionally. For a moment, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
"Uh, don't you have anything you want to ask?"
He brought it up first because he couldn't avoid it. If he dodged and got found out later, he'd be in deep trouble.
So, better to lay some groundwork before anything happened.
Li Qingrong was stunned for a moment by his words, then instinctively lowered her gaze. When she raised it again, her eyes were cool and serious.
"How far have you and she gotten?"
"Childhood friends."
He wasn't exactly lying, neither kissing nor dating. At this stage, there was no need to define the relationship.
