The teacher was getting into the swing of things on the platform, while Brother Nan sprawled by Zhou Li's side, sound asleep.
Poor Brother Nan. She usually played games late into the night, and then in the middle of the night, someone would use her body to move around for an hour. Over time, Zhou Li had become genuinely worried about her.
Seeing Brother Nan motionless in her sleep—her arm squeezing her fair cheek, creating a faint baby-fat look, her lips puckered—the wind blowing in from the window made her cowlick tremble incessantly. It swayed back and forth as if tempting Zhou Li to do something; both his heart and hands were itching to act.
But considering Brother Nan needed her rest, he managed to hold back.
Perhaps this is love...
Zhou Li's mouth twitched. How absurdly frustrating, he thought.
To be able to restrain the thrill of desecrating the majestic, sacred, sleeping Brother Nan, and the desire to secretly fiddle with her cowlick—this love truly is remarkable!
