Qi Jing remained silent.

He was using a tissue to wipe my hair.

I poked his arm and joked, "Young Master, you better keep your distance from me."

He clenched his fist and ignored me.

The teacher saw us, but didn't say much.

A few days ago, the seating arrangement in the class changed, and he asked the teacher to place us together.

We were one of the few opposite-sex desk pairs in the class.

The other pair was an engaged couple.

Qi Jing lifted my hair with a tissue and gently wiped it.

He was very serious about it.

"The next class is math, you can skip one class and take a shower, it won't be a problem."

I lazily replied, "Young Master, we are at school, where can I take a shower?"

He pursed his lips, "In my dorm."