Stroking that soft waist, Zhang Yuze felt his hands getting a little hot. It was the first time the two of them had been so close, their breaths audible, and the faint, sweet fragrance wafted towards him, making Zhang Yuze feel a surge of excitement. Zhang Yuze was just considering whether or not to be a little despicable and take advantage of the situation when he didn't expect his actions to be exposed.
"Little brother, how could it be you?" Guo Xiaolu asked Zhang Yuze with some surprise.
Zhang Yuze's heart skipped a beat. He was clearly wearing a mask and had changed his clothes, so how could he be recognized?
"Miss, you must have mistaken me for someone else!" Zhang Yuze said, putting on a brave face and straining his voice, while the hand that was about to start acting up sheepishly retracted.
Suddenly, Zhang Yuze felt a pain in his waist. The young lady leaned her head close to Zhang Yuze's ear and whispered through gritted teeth, "Little brother, the pants you're wearing today were mended by me. I don't think anyone else's pants would have paint on the cuffs like yours!"
Damn it! Zhang Yuze was defeated, completely defeated. Women's observation skills are just better than men's; they can even see this little detail. However, Zhang Yuze's breathing immediately hitched again, because the young lady had leaned over, causing her breasts to press tightly against Zhang Yuze's chest. The elasticity of the real thing made Zhang Yuze's whole body heat up. If he wasn't wearing a mask, he probably would have embarrassed himself.
Lan Zhenglong in the distance was very depressed right now. That fat girl was hugging him very enthusiastically, preventing him from escaping. Her current posture didn't look like she was dancing a ballroom dance, but rather like a pair of affectionate lovers. However, this didn't make people feel strange, as this dance party was originally meant to create opportunities for people to cultivate relationships.
"Hmph! I'll settle the score with you when we get back!" Guo Xiaolu pinched Zhang Yuze's back hard.
Although Zhang Yuze also hoped to get closer to the young lady's body, perhaps the young lady also felt that she and Zhang Yuze were too close, and quickly pulled away. Losing that warm contact made Zhang Yuze feel a little disappointed.
While Zhang Yuze was having a good time here, he didn't expect that in Class 7 of Seventh High School, Liu Mengting was sulking as she looked at the empty seat beside her.
"This good-for-nothing who can't be helped, he's not coming to evening self-study again. It's really hateful," Liu Mengting muttered with a pout, somewhat angrily.
Even she didn't know why she cared about this guy so much. Saying she liked him? She felt that it didn't quite count yet, but if she didn't see his figure in the classroom, she really felt a little unaccustomed.
