Unconsciously, an hour and a half passed, and Su rourourou finally finished her homework. With a long sigh of relief, she shook off the pen in her hand.

Luo Yichen raised his eyes from the mobile phone screen: "finished? More than half an hour!"

Then he got up, walked towards her and sat down beside her.

Su Rourou secretly moved her chair out at the moment he sat down.

The expression on Luo Yichen\'s face was stiff for a moment and soon recovered its normal color. He put his homework book on the left and Su Rourou\'s on the right, and picked up a red pen to help her correct it.

Su Rou lazily pillowed her small head gently on her arm, eating the plate of fruit previously sent by Li Juan, and looking at Luo Yichen with her head sideways.

His expression was very focused, and his long and warped eyelashes dropped slightly, casting a faint shadow on the bridge of his nose. The pen in her hand turns and forks on her homework book, and the thin lips become tighter and tighter.

Su Rourou\'s eyes slipped from the corner of his tight lips to his homework book, and she was immediately shocked. How come five of the ten questions have big crosses?

Although his usual performance is not very good, but it is not bad to this extent, is it? Her self-esteem was more and more severely hit, and her speed of eating fruit slowed down.

Luo Yichen seemed to notice her sudden depression, looked at her and said, "your accuracy is a little low!"

It seems that he has to mend it for her. Otherwise, how can she go to the same university as him in the future?

Su Rourou rolled her eyes: it sounded like his answer was a standard answer! Proud narcissistic guy!

Although she knew that she and Luo Yichen were not at the same level, she said, "who says my accuracy is low? Yours is not the standard answer! Maybe you are wrong!"

Looking at her brave expression, Luo Yichen was angry and funny. He flicked her forehead and said, "I said, can you be modest?"

Su Rourou covered her bounced forehead, raised her head and stared at him: "you are the one who is not modest!"

"Oh, really?" Luo Yichen raised his eyebrows: "well, let\'s bet and see whose answer is right. Dare you?"

"Bet! Who is afraid of who! I tell you, you will lose!" Although Su Rourou\'s heart is very empty, her momentum is not inferior at all.

"What are you betting on?" Luo Yichen leaned back in his chair, looking like he was determined to get it.

"Pearl milk tea!" Su Rourou blurted out habitually.

Luo Yichen was speechless: "I said, can you be a little creative? It\'s pearl milk tea every time. Are you tired of it?"

"Then you\'re creative. Come on!" Su Rourou doesn\'t care.

"Just bet..." Luo Yichen thought seriously for a while, lowered her head and stared at her. Her eyes flashed across her white cheeks without trace, and then her pink lips.

On the ruddy lips, there is still the juice of fruit, emitting a sweet smell. His eyes stayed on her lips for a moment, and his eyes became more and more hot.

Su Rourou was a little uncomfortable by him, and her little face was burning hot by his eyes. She huddled back alertly and leaned back, trying to distance herself from him.

But in his mind, he came up uncontrollably with the fingertips of his lips on the top floor of the school during the day. My God? What is she thinking! Is it possible that when it comes to the girl\'s thinking period, you can also fantasize about Luo Yichen?