The squeezed Lin Qiao took two steps back, not noticing the boy's thoughts; he always cozied up to her like this after class.
She smiled and looked at him, noticing a bit of disheveled hair on his forehead. "Back again? Didn't I tell you to take it easy?"
The unobedient Song Tingfan lied, "I'm thirsty."
Lin Qiao didn't suspect anything, "I'll get you some water; I just brewed jujube water. Want some sugar in it?"
It's strange; the villain liked sugar, but in her dreams, she never saw him eat any.
Perhaps it's because no one ever treated him kindly, and he never dared to ask for "sugar."
"No need." Song Tingfan, who usually had his drinks with a tiny bit of sugar, refused it today with an outsider present; asking for sugar wasn't manly.
Hearing this, Lin Qiao asked curiously, "Why don't you want it? We still have sugar at home. Didn't we just weigh two jin today?"
"No," Song Tingfan shook his head firmly.
