Seeing Xu Qingfan sit down next to her, Xiao Ruawen kept her gaze fixed on the big stage screen, but her peripheral vision remained alert to him.
"Smells nice." Xu Qingfan tilted the chair to the left, whispering softly in her ear.
Xiao Ruawen rolled her eyes and raised her right hand to block between them.
Xu Qingfan didn't tease her any further, and after sitting back upright, he focused intently on the performance.
The skit "Do You Want to Dance?" by Class 12 (8) was already over. At this moment, a hot dance performance by an unknown class was on stage. The traditional Korean dance hit "Nobody" arrived unexpectedly late.
"It's winter and they're wearing so little, don't they feel cold?" Wu Shichong grasped the chair in front with both hands, wishing he could stretch his neck, but unfortunately, the screen's resolution was so limited. He could see the white thighs clearly but the faces were blurry.
