Adding him on WeChat is out of the question.
Whenever Shang Wanjun so much as blinks, there's a swarm of men in the school falling over themselves for her.
This is the power of beauty.
But Shang Wanjun is someone who enjoys her own company, indifferent to others. In her eyes, all those men are ordinary folks, not worth her attention.
"Oh."
"Xu Lin, are you here to return a book?"
"Yes."
"Come up to my dormitory."
"Okay."
Without any hesitation, Xu Lin set off for Shang Wanjun's dormitory after the class meeting ended.
Knock, knock.
As soon as he knocked, Shang Wanjun opened the door.
Xu Lin glanced at Shang Wanjun. She didn't seem to have sprained her ankle; her walk was perfectly normal. She was wearing slippers now, and her pajamas, which looked pretty standard for being in the dorm—it was nothing special.
In his memory, Shang Wanjun was always in long skirts and high heels, very elegant. This was the first time seeing her like this.
"Xu Lin, have a seat!"
