Why Do You Have to Like Him (1)

During class.

It was bright outside. Han Qiqing laid herself on the desk, holding a fist under her chin with one hand writing something on the blank graph paper.

A shadow crept over her, but she was unaware, looking very absorbed.

Song Shijun sat down at the seat in front of her desk. Catching her unprepared, he snatched away the paper she was writing on.

"What are you writing?"

Han Qiqing finally reacted to him, looking at him surprised. Then she reached for the paper to get it back. "Hey, what are you doing! Give it back to me!"

"Let's see what you have written." Song Shijun looked amused. His hands were much longer than her. Just by raising his hand was enough to keep it out of her reach.

Damned little stub of a hand!

"Song Shijun!" Han Qiqing called out his name as she glared at him, and she threatened, "Give it to me quickly!"