Lin Murong: "No no no, take it back, I'm not looking."
"Teacher Lin, you have to look."
"No no no, I'm not looking." Lin Murong continued to push away.
"Look look look, you have to look." Wu Xiaobo wanted Lin Murong to look; he had worked so hard to write it.
"I don't want to look." He certainly didn't have time for that, he still wanted to chat with Fangfang.
"Teacher Lin, you obviously enjoyed reading it before. Why don't you like it now?" Wu Xiaobo felt hurt.
"Before is before, now is now."
He was already feeling embarrassed about cosplaying a teacher before.
"Teacher Lin, how can you be like this?" Wu Xiaobo looked at Lin Murong with an accusing face.
He had finally fallen in love with dictation, but now Lin Murong wasn't looking anymore.
He was heartbroken.
Lin Murong: "???"
Meow meow meow?
What's going on? Why is he looking at him with a face that seemed to stare down a scumbag?
What did he do?
Lin Murong looked at Wu Xiaobo's expression, shivering.
