"Ahhhh!"
"They're holding hands, they're holding hands, they're holding hands!"
Hiding behind and snacking on melons, Song Qiuqiu and Su Xiaotang nearly shrieked in excitement, but luckily they managed to cover their mouths in time.
Having finally scored a point, Song Qiuqiu's face was full of triumphant glee: "Did you see that? Did you? It was the god himself that reached out his hand first!"
Su Xiaotang: "Exactly, exactly! You two are the ones who should go to the rooftop!"
Jiang Lang and Ling Feng's faces were as black as the bottom of a pot, looking as if the cabbage in their own field had been rooted up by a pig.
Jiang Lang covered his face in dismay: "Damn! Old Gu must have gone stupid from all that studying!"
Ling Feng lamented with heartfelt pain: "Heavens above! My son has never been in love before, his mind's filled only with studying, innocent as a blank sheet of paper, completely oblivious to the treacherous ways of this world..."
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