Qiao Li had seen the whole thing. She didn't say anything, but her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Qiao Li hasn't eaten her breakfast yet," Ou Lin said loudly, facing the whole class. "She might be hungry."
Everyone stared. He didn't care.
He opened the bag and gently placed the warm box in front of her.
"You'll get a stomach ache if you skip meals," he said with a small smile. "Eat while it's hot."
Qiao Li looked at the box, then back at him.
Her cheeks turned just a little pink.
"You don't have to do all this," she muttered, rolling her eyes.
But her fingers reached out anyway, like they had a mind of their own.
Just as she was about to grab the box—
Another hand reached out and blocked her.
Qiao Li froze. Ou Lin frowned.
They both looked up.
It was Lin Meimei.
She had a sad, pitiful expression on her face, like she was in a drama.
