Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
During class.
It was bright outside. Han Qiqing laid herself on the desk, holding a fist under her chin with one hand writing something on the blank graph paper.
A shadow crept over her, but she was unaware, looking very absorbed.
Song Shijun sat down at the seat in front of her desk. Catching her unprepared, he snatched away the paper she was writing on.
âWhat are you writing?â
Han Qiqing finally reacted to him, looking at him surprised. Then she reached for the paper to get it back. âHey, what are you doing! Give it back to me!â
âLetâs see what you have written.â Song Shijun looked amused. His hands were much longer than her. Just by raising his hand was enough to keep it out of her reach.
Damned little stub of a hand!
âSong Shijun!â Han Qiqing called out his name as she glared at him, and she threatened, âGive it to me quickly!â
âOr what? Youâll bite me?â Song Shijun jokingly proffered his hand to her, thinking she wouldnât dare to bite him.
Han Qiqing curled her lips and ground her teeth as she stared at his hand.
âYou think I wonât bite you?â
Then Iâll show you!
With that said, she grabbed his hand with both her hands, and ruthlessly bit him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âOw!â Song Shijun screamed and quickly pulled his hand back. âYou really bit me? Qiqing, were you born in the year of the dog?â
On the back of his hand was a large bite mark.
Han Qiqing ground her teeth angrily as she said, âAre you going to return it now?â
Given their differences in height and arm length, it was hard for her to take it back herself.
Song Shijun suddenly smiled mischievously. His handsome face leaned close to her, and he deliberately said, âI just went to the bathroom and didnât wash my hands.â
Han Qiqing paused. Then her face turned ashen as the thought came to her.
âSong! Shi! Jun!â
Then she spat her saliva about as though she was really afraid of coming into contact with something foul.
Thinking about how he went to the washroom earlier and not wash his hands after touching his thingâ¦
Han Qiqing was enraged with disgust!
âSong Shijun, Iâm going to kill you!â She stood up immediately and threw herself at him, trying to strangle his neck.
Song Shijun quickly laughed, âI was just kidding! Just look. You bit my left hand, okay? When we go to the toilet, we usually use theâ¦â
âShut up! One more word from you, and I will throw you down from here!â Han Qiqing was red as she shouted at him.
Song Shijun raised his hand to surrender, and then he zipped up his mouth.
âHumph!â Han Qiqing sat down, her eyes still glaring at him.
She searched at her desk but there wasnât any water around.
âDo you have water?â
Song Shijun nodded obediently.
Han Qiqing pointed to his desk and said, âGo and get it for me!â
That resembled a master ordering about her dog.
The puppy, Song Shijun ââwas very obedient. He quickly went to get the water and even tried to get on her good side by helping her to unscrew the cap.
âYou donât need to open it! Off with your dirty hands!â Han Qiqing shouted at him.
Song Shijun stopped opening the bottle, and proffered it with both hands to her.
Han Qiqing unscrewed the cap and drank it as though to rinse her mouth. Her anger subsided a little
However, she vowed to herself that she would never bite his hand again. Just the thought of this was traumatic.
Seeing that she had calmed down, Song Shijun then went back to his jovial manner as he looked at the paper in his hand.
There were only two words written on the paper. It was someoneâs name.
Lu Yichen.
Song Shijun sighed inwardly and returned her paper.