After being touched by him, Yun Shuqian felt relieved and felt that she no longer felt guilty.

She sent Zhuang Yao a WeChat message. A few minutes later, Zhuang Yao replied to her. Then she turned her back and the two girls made a WeChat call.

Putting away her phone, Yun Shuqian wanted to stand up, but maybe she had been sitting for too long, and her legs were weak for a while, so she couldn't stand up.

Song Jiamu was sitting with his legs bent. Fortunately, he had calmed down. He stood up first, and then reached out to pull Yun Shuqian up.

Yun Shuqian held the thin coat covering her thighs with one hand, and patted the grass clippings on her butt with the other hand.

He returned the coat to him and said: "We are going to the West District Canteen. Zhuang Yao is in the library. She is about to go too. Just wait for her at the door."

The coat that covered the girl's white and tender thighs seemed to be stained with some kind of fragrance. Song Jiamu didn't dare to smell it, so he put it away and put it back in his bag.

"Then let's go this way."

"Uh-huh!"

The two left Lover's Slope and looked back at the lawn they had just sat on. The grass had been pressed down twice and was returning to its original shape at an extremely slow speed.

"Yun Shuqian, do you think they are also number one in the world?" Song Jiamu raised his chin and motioned Yun Shuqian to look at the lovers still sitting on the lawn, holding hands and kissing.

"..."

Yun Shuqian couldn't give an answer for a while. After a while, she said: "It should be so."

"What about us?" Song Jiamu was excited.

"I won't kiss you! Don't even think about it!" Yun Shuqian raised her calf and kicked him in the butt in an unladylike manner.

Song Jiamu groaned and held up his umbrella. The sun was getting too strong at noon.

Yun Shuqian approached him sensibly and got under the umbrella.

It feels good to have someone help hold an umbrella.

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Chapter completed!