His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Jiang Ling was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted and stood up to give him a position.

Because of the rain, the students have nowhere to go. Some students who live on campus can go back to the dormitory for lunch, and day students can only take a nap in the classroom.

There are more people in the classroom now than usual. After eating in the cafeteria, they can’t play outside, and most of them return to the classroom.

Some people are sitting in their seats and chatting, and some are talking in the corridor outside.

Li Shunan raised his hand, put the milk tea on her table, returned to his seat and sat down.

It was still raining outside, and he was wearing a dark coat, with the cold air trapped all over his body, which brought a chill when passing by.

The back door of the classroom was ajar, and the cold wind came in.

Knowing that Jiang Ling felt a little bit cold, he walked over and closed the door before returning to his seat and sitting down.

When she turned her face to the side, she noticed that the outside of Li Shunan's arm was wetted by rain.

Jiang Lingzhi took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, took out one and wiped it for him: "Did you just go out without an umbrella?"

Li Shunan glanced slantingly, not paying much attention, his tone was as sloppy as before: "I hit."

The girl lowered her eyes, and wiped the water stains on his sleeves with a paper towel on her white fingertips.

The corner of Li Shu's Nan's lips ticked upwards, and approached her, quite a bit of an inch, and said in a low voice, "And here, wipe it."

Jiang Ling knew that he would suddenly approach, and when he raised his head, his forehead almost touched the line of his jaw.

She stepped back a bit.

In response, he was talking about the hair on his forehead. Maybe the rain was too heavy and accidentally. The rain drifted in along the umbrella eaves, and his black hair was dyed with moisture.

Jiang Lingzhi stared at him for a while, then pulled out a clean tissue and stuffed it into his hand, and recovered his expressionless face: "wipe it myself."

Li Shunan raised his eyes, somewhat amused: "Why are you little girl so merciless?"

Jiang Lingzhi stretched out a finger, poked him on his chest, pushed the person away, and hummed softly, "It's so ruthless."

She retracted her gaze, put the tissue into the table hole, and picked up the cup of milk tea on the table.

The milk tea is still hot, and her hands are a bit cold, just enough to hold her hands warm.

However, in the next second, the milk tea in his hand was taken away.

Jiang Lingzhi was stunned for a moment, looking at his empty palm.

Holding the cup of milk tea in his hand, Li Shunan said, "Such a ruthless little girl, shouldn't like drinking milk tea."

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

Speaking of ruthlessness, who can compare to him.

I just locked myself up, and wanted to leave her alone.

Jiang Ling knew that he was a little dull: "Didn't you buy it for me?"

"Ok?"

Jiang Lingzhi reminded him: "You don't like milk tea."

Li Shunan raised his eyebrows and deliberately teased her: "I don't like it, but I can try it occasionally. It's not that my hands are a little cold, so I can warm them."

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

Okay, you won.

Jiang Lingzhi retracted his gaze and took out an exercise book from the table hole, intending to turn his grief and anger into strength and write an assignment.

Li Shunan lowered his chin, smiled inexplicably, poked the milk tea with a straw, and handed it to her again: "Or, let's exchange it?"

Jiang Lingzhi paused while holding the pen's fingertips, turned his face slightly, and glanced at him: "What?"

Li Shunan leaned down and made a good-tempered suggestion: "You help me warm my hands and I invite you to drink milk tea."