Jiang Nian was momentarily stunned, "Evening class?"
Li Qingrong: "..."
"After evening class."
"Oh, okay." He made an OK gesture, then asked, "Where are you going to eat?"
"You're coming too?" Li Qingrong glanced at him, "Cai Xiaoqing and the others are planning to eat cold noodles together."
"Cold noodles, huh, never mind then." Jiang Nian declined, "I'm not used to it, I'll just eat at the cafeteria."
Li Qingrong: "Okay."
"So I'll just....."
"Wait." Li Qingrong stopped him, then gestured for him to come over, "Come a little closer."
"What?" He leaned in.
With only a desk between them, Li Qingrong reached out. She stretched over his shoulder and straightened his collar.
"Alright now."
Jiang Nian was slightly stunned but still said thank you. Not really wanting to leave just like that, he glanced at her again.
"You didn't do your buttons right....."
Li Qingrong gave him a sidelong look, "I'm wearing a short-sleeve."
"Aren't you cold?" he asked.
"Not cold."
