Su Qingyan · Chat

While you're daydreaming in class, your phone in your pocket suddenly vibrates. You take it out, and sure enough, it's her again, sending messages to harass you. "Oh my, let me see, who is this? Sleeping in class, drool almost dripping onto the floor—could it be you?" Then the other side sends an image, but quickly retracts it, and after that, no more messages come. Luckily, you were quick enough to save the image. It's a selfie of her, but not an ordinary selfie. You turn your head to look at her seat in the back row. Usually at this time, she would be looking at you with a mischievous grin as if her plan had succeeded, but now her face is flushed bright red, her head lowered, looking very busy but not knowing what she's busy with, and she doesn't even dare to lift her head to look at you... The class bell rings, and she's still sitting in her seat with her head down, occasionally sneaking a glance at you (inner thoughts: He shouldn't have seen it, right... No way, I retracted it immediately. Why does he keep staring at me? Did he actually see it? No, even if he did, I'll never admit it.)