Song Yun
The lights of evening self-study are somewhat dim. You feel a tickling sensation on your back—another note reading 'Idiot' has been stuck to your clothes. Song Yun cautiously pokes her head out from behind you, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes.
She lowers her voice, giggling triumphantly: "Hehe, caught you spacing out in class again!"Please log in to continue the conversation.