The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

Qin Zhouyu stood up, his feet resting in front of his seat. He leaned forward slightly, one hand on the windowsill, the other reaching to unlock the door.

The moment he leaned down, Liang Qing almost stopped breathing, and her eyes involuntarily turned to him.

In those few brief seconds, she remembered the shape of his fingers and the stray hairs that fell across his forehead.

I remember it so clearly, as clearly as a painting that has been drawn countless times, which I can reproduce again as soon as I pick up a pen.

Once she was freed from the constraints of her mission, she was finally able to confront her own feelings.

From the past to the present, whenever he approaches her, it feels as if every cell in her body swells up, and her entire being is affected by him.

Whether he speaks or not, as long as he is by her side, her whole heart is moved by him.

He gave her a feeling different from everyone else.

Yan Su stood outside the window, rubbing the milk in his hand with his fingers, and unconsciously pursed his lips.

He heard the sound of the back of her hand hitting the glass, telling him that she was opening the window.

What kind of expression will she have when she opens the window and sees that I've brought her milk?

He clearly got into the driver's seat and fastened his seatbelt just now.

But then he suddenly remembered that she hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so without thinking, he got off the bus again and ran to the convenience store at the school gate to buy a bottle of milk.

He originally wanted to buy her some bread, but then he remembered that you can't eat on the bus and he was afraid there wouldn't be enough time, so he quickly chose a bottle of oat milk.

When he walked to the bus door with the milk and saw her two classmates, his ears felt a little hot.

He asked them to pass it on, but they told him Liang Qing's location instead and teased him with a few words.

Since he and Liang Qing began their public "relationship," he has encountered this kind of ridicule quite often. At that time, he just felt bored, but now he feels a little nervous.

When he was in high school, he saw male students from other classes run into the classroom before morning reading to give a drink to a girl in his class.

From the moment the male student entered their classroom, his eyes were fixed on the girl; everyone knew who he had come for.

Yan Su only glanced at it casually at the time and didn't pay any attention to it. He never thought that one day he would be giving drinks to others.

Now, as he stands here waiting for her to open the window, this memory resurfaces, and he can't help but wonder, "What must that classmate have felt when she ran in and delivered the drink under everyone's gaze?"

As he was lost in thought, the window was finally opened.

When he opened his eyes a little, he suppressed his chaotic thoughts, quickly tidied his hair, and returned to his usual appearance.

As the window was pulled down to reveal the back of the car seat, Yan Su took a step forward, extending the milk he was holding through the window as he said, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have some first..."

Halfway through his speech, the car window was rolled down completely, and he saw Liang Qing's profile and Qin Zhouyu facing him.

He froze, words stuck in his throat, and even his hand movements became stiff.

Qin Zhouyu was also taken aback when he saw Yan Su, but he quickly removed his hand from the window, straightened up, and returned to the seat next to Liang Qing.

As he walked, the metal zipper on his knee accidentally bumped against the chair, making a crisp sound that brought the other two people back to their senses.

Liang Qing turned to the window and saw the milk in front of her and Yan Su, who had returned. She asked in surprise, "Why are you back?"

Her surprised look darkened Yan Su's eyes. He said coldly with a businesslike demeanor, "The doctor told me to remind you to eat on time. I forgot to say it this morning."

He placed the milk by the window and left without looking back before Liang Qing could reply.