After Rong Zidu finished his milk tea, he looked up and smiled at Song Baobao, "So sweet."
Song Baobao: "..."
"Let's sit over there," Rong Zidu pointed with his hand.
Ahead of the basketball court is a small campus supermarket; there are sun umbrellas and seats at the entrance. There are not many people at the moment.
Song Baobao nodded, "Let's go."
Rong Zidu casually took the shirt and phone she was holding.
Maybe he was not paying attention, his finger accidentally brushed against her palm...
Unlike the cool touch from before, after some exercise, his fingers were very hot, with a scorching sensation.
Song Baobao didn't say anything, just silently switched her milk tea to the other hand.
At the entrance of the supermarket, Rong Zidu pulled out a chair, "Sit."
Song Baobao went over and sat down.
"By the way, which school is Tailai in?" Rong Zidu brought up the topic first.
