Quite coincidentally, Yan Tingli was walking in leisurely, wearing a black jacket with a backpack casually slung over his shoulder, his expression calm and indifferent.
Several male students clustered around him, talking to him.
The moment their eyes met, Shi Sui looked away.
Looking down at her phone, she happened to see his recent reply: [Missing me?]
She pressed her lips together, pretending not to see it, quickly turning off the screen.
The several people who entered were all tall male students, making the space cramped and the air thin.
Yan Tingli was not far from her.
People around him were conversing with him, asking professional questions. He responded briefly while looking at his phone.
Lin Anran sent a message to the group chat: [Every time I see him, I have to sigh about how handsome he is]
Xue Jing: [Asked for his WeChat last week, wonder if he still remembers me]
Lin Anran: [Such a handsome face, but he doesn’t plan to date, what a waste ahhh]
It was peak after-class time, people kept getting on, and the elevator became increasingly cramped.
Shi Sui simply retreated to the corner at the back, minimizing her presence.
Just as she positioned herself, someone in front backed up – it was the male student talking to Yan Tingli.
Squeezed until his footing was unstable, he was heading straight toward her.
Shi Sui had nowhere to avoid, standing there staring at him.
Just as they were about to collide, the male student’s arm was grabbed, and Yan Tingli cast a cold glance over.
The male student reacted, looking toward Shi Sui: “Sorry, too crowded.”
“It’s fine.”
Zhuo Haoyu was momentarily dazzled upon seeing Shi Sui, his eyes not moving away for a while. Just as he wanted to say something more, he was pulled by a force toward another side, his original position occupied.
He looked toward Yan Tingli.
Somewhat puzzled.
“Brother Yan?”
“Stand properly.” His tone was cold.
“…Oh.”
Yan Tingli was very close.
Shi Sui knew without looking up.
Each other’s breath was always familiar, even in an elevator full of people.
She lowered her eyes and held her breath, almost curling into a ball.
When the last person entered, she couldn’t move an inch, her entire body pressed against the wall.
But the person in front of her pushed his luck.
He was too tall, standing in front like a wall, his breath domineeringly invading everything around her.
Xue Jing and Lin Anran were squeezed to the other side, their gazes frequently glancing over.
Yan Tingli’s hand was braced against the wall, just blocking their view.
Shi Sui couldn’t help but send a message: [Don’t stand so close to me]
“Close?” he said.
His sudden voice drew several glances.
Shi Sui’s heart jumped violently, but she had to appear calm while messaging: [Why did you speak out loud?]
Yan Tingli calmly raised his hand to his earphone, appearing to be on a phone call.
Others then looked away again.
“Too lazy to type.”
Shi Sui’s scalp tingled: [Use your phone to talk to me]
“I won’t.”
Yan Tingli lowered his voice, “Why didn’t you answer my question just now?”
The question just now?
Shi Sui thought for a moment and finally remembered the message on the screen – “Missing me?”
She blinked, trying to pretend she hadn’t heard.
Suddenly, her other hand, hidden under her sleeve, was hooked.
The cool, jade-like touch traced up and down along the lines of her palm.
Shi Sui’s face burned. She tried to withdraw her hand, but he wouldn’t let go.