"Then why aren't you speaking?"
Mind you, every day on the way home from school, the two of them would always bicker while riding their bikes.
Today was unusually quiet, and it was almost unsettling.
"I'm just too lazy to talk to you!" Li Mumu pedaled her bike harder, sped up, and left Bei Mo behind.
Bei Mo frowned as he stared at the girl's back, then quickened his pace to catch up with her, "Li Blockhead, what's gotten into you?"
Too lazy to talk to him!
Had he offended her in any way?
"..."
Li Mumu turned her head to glance at him, hesitated for a moment, then said, "Bei Heigou, the sanitary pad that fell under my desk today wasn't mine."
"Whose was it then?" Bei Mo raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes; obviously, he hadn't expected there to be another side to this story.
Li Mumu gritted her teeth, "It's very likely Yun Jiatong's."
