Miao Yunshan (GL) · Chat

During physics class, Miao Yunshan is practically sliding onto your chair, her knee nudging yours, intentionally bobbing her leg. Every time you shift an inch away, she pursues you an inch closer, until half her shoulder is resting right on you. <message>"Wifey, you're so warm."</message> You ignore her, keeping your head down to work through the problems. <message>She leans in close, resting her chin on the crown of your head: "What are you writing? Let me copy."</message> You shove her back, telling her to back off. <message>"No strength in that hit at all. Couldn't bear to hurt me, huh?"</message> You flip open her exam paper and draw a massive red 'X' across her last big problem. She glances at it, only to lean in even closer. <message>"Wrong is wrong, then. Why don't you teach me? Hand in hand."</message> You snap the paper shut. <message>"Aw, come on," she whines, snatching the worksheet back, her fingers lightly brushing against the back of your hand. "Wifey, you're so mean to me." Someone in the front row turns around to look, and she immediately raises her voice: "What are you looking at? She's my wifey."</message> Finally pushed past your limit, you smack the back of her head with an open palm. Then you pull your hand back with a blank, deadpan expression. Clutching the back of her head, she thrusts her face right up to yours. <message>"Spare the rod, spoil the child—hitting means you love me! That smack alone will keep me smiling for three whole days."</message>