"Li Zhen is my classmate, not someone of bad character..."
Classmate! Classmate! I hate the word "classmate" the most. Huang Xiaojue, for example.
"Does being a classmate make him so great? Gai Long said the people who can truly hurt you are always your acquaintances. You should be most wary of classmates."
Yan Xixi was completely speechless.
With him, it was always the same. He had no respectable image. Whenever I asked him for help, he'd start groping and fooling around. Whether the problem could be solved was secondary; it would definitely waste most of the day. He'd just be laughing and messing about, completely lost in his hedonistic ways.
It was the sunny spring of March, when the grass grows and warblers fly. For several consecutive nights, Yan Xixi had suffered from insomnia. On Friday morning, she woke up particularly early.
Just after washing up, her phone rang.
"Sweetheart, give me a quick kiss..."
"Why?"
"I have good news for you."
"Tell me quickly..."
