Jiang Sifan brought Wen Wan to a food stall.
"That'll be twenty," the owner said, handing two rice-stuffed chicken wings to Jiang Sifan.
Jiang Sifan paid immediately.
Then, he handed one to Wen Wan. "Here, go ahead and eat."
Looking at the fragrant rice-stuffed chicken wing, Wen Wan said softly, "Thank you, Class Rep."
Jiang Sifan watched Wen Wan take a delicate bite, finding her expression as she savored it quite adorable.
He couldn't help but tease her. "Wen Wan, have a lot of guys chased after you over the years?"
"N-No, not at all," Wen Wan said, her face immediately turning red.
"No way. You're so good-looking and so gentle. There must have been plenty of guys who liked you," Jiang Sifan chuckled.
For some reason, Jiang Sifan might feel a little nervous around other girls.
But when he was with Wen Wan, he felt much more relaxed and natural. He would even tease the introverted Wen Wan from time to time.
