Catwoman Xiaojie held the silver spoon in front of her, staring intently at that spoonful of soup, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes brimming with tenderness.
In the class of over forty students, there was suddenly a pin-drop silence, with more than forty pairs of eyes all fixed on Wang Yan and Catwoman Xiaojie. Each person's expression was different, yet wonderfully so; some students were angrily pulling at their hair, some were glaring at Wang Yan with fury, and some were staring in shock.
Everyone's heart was shouting, wailing, cursing:
"Come on, don't show off your affection so blatantly."
"Show off your affection, and you die quick."
At this moment, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, who had been standing to the side angrily, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
The two of them exclaimed simultaneously, "Don't drink it!"
