Bab 242: The Kiss That Tastes Like Sugar Coated Haws (1)

Even Sheng Yize couldn't help but smile a little.

Bai Ziyue didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. She then gestured at An Xiaxia and let her sit down.

The rest of the class was still laughing.

"Write a poem whenever drunk… Come to think of it, that's applicable to a lot of the poets. They wrote when they ate, when they drank, and when they broke up!"

"Sigh, I bet they never thought what they scribbled down hundreds of years ago would take us so much effort to memorize."

"The same goes for those philosophers and famous people… They randomly said things and they became aphorisms…"

Listening to the discussion, An Xiaxia buried her head in her chest.

Sheng Yize teased her, "Xiaxia, which one shall we memorize tonight?"

An Xiaxia had had enough and pinched his waist under the desk, pouting. "You're so annoying!"

Sheng Yize didn't cry out in pain, but caught her hand and stuffed it into his pocket.