Lucy Lu pulled Lynn Chen aside to whisper something in her ear.
Jill Jing hugged her bottle of cola, frowned, and tilted her head up to look at Evan Lin, blinking: "Weird."
She spoke up.
She meant Lucy Lu and Lynn Chen over there.
"It's nothing."
Evan Lin rubbed her head.
Honestly, Jill Jing's head feels pretty nice to rub.
Her hair is super smooth, too.
Whenever Evan Lin rubs her head, Jill Jing instinctively stands on tiptoe, almost like she's trying to shove her whole head into his palm.
Evan Lin didn't notice this.
This time, he used his left hand.
As his palm rubbed Jill Jing's head, the sleeping Left-Hand Dragon suddenly opened its eyes.
Its gaze, sharp and fierce, fixed on Jill Jing.
But Evan Lin quickly withdrew his hand.
"Want some cake?"
Autumn Zheng walked over, half-squatting, looking at Jill Jing and speaking softly.
She looked just like she was coaxing a child.
"Cake."
Jill Jing's eyes lit up, she nodded, hugged her cola, and trotted off to eat cake.
She didn't look back at Evan Lin again.