She spoke.
Spoke.
She really spoke and ran over to chat him up.
The maiden's youthful and pretty face quickly turned crimson, her earlobes heated up, she nervously gripped her mobile phone, her fingers trembling, her beautiful almond eyes clouded with a mist—whether from nervousness or something else—making her look even more attractive.
No wonder her friends said she was one of the campus belles in high school, judging from her pure and cute appearance, she indeed was the type that would make someone take notice during school days, looking just like a girl reminiscent of first love.
However, the sweet voice of the maiden attracted the attention of the boys at the two nearby tables, yet the person she was talking to remained motionless, still playing something on the mobile phone, the whole process without moving an eyelash, as if he didn't hear her at all.
Getting a bit closer, one could see he was playing a game.
