Watching Luo Qianqian leave the school, Elvis looked utterly perplexed, "Are you going to my place?"
"No, I have a place to stay around here," Luo Qianqian shook her head, but in the next second, she stopped and awkwardly turned to Elvis, "Are you coming along?"
Elvis looked as though it was only natural, "Of course, I even skipped class for you." He spoke earnestly, as if filled with a sense of righteousness.
Luo Qianqian awkwardly touched her head, "Usually, there's one, or maybe two kids living there, so it might be a bit dirty. Don't get your hopes up too much."
After all, she had witnessed the tidiness of the environment where Elvis lived that morning. Remembering her last visit there, where trash could pile up to fill the room, she inwardly shook her head.
"Kids?" Elvis seemed quite interested in the word, probably because Luo Qianqian was just a kid herself.
