"Wow, does Qing University allow for such bold relationships?"
Liao Yonghe came over with a book in hand to join Ji Bowen for class.
His hair was unkempt, his face looked like it might not have been washed, his eyes were a bit puffy, and the hair on top of his head was a mess—he clearly had just woken up.
But the moment he saw someone sitting on a bench kissing, his eyes went wide and his sleepiness instantly vanished.
"Tsk tsk tsk, in broad daylight with people all around, they sure know no restraint. If they don't end up marrying, isn't that just messing around with relationships? Good thing I'm an honest guy and never report these things."
Liao Yonghe eagerly gossiped beside Ji Bowen, who was mentally reciting his speech, but his attention was inevitably drawn to the couple passionately kissing on the bench.
