The senior who was dating Gu Jiao was called Shi Ye. He was seventeen, only two years older than Gu Jiao. He was the school heartthrob and top student of School One, came from a wealthy family, played basketball well, and had many girls chasing him.
Yet he was uniquely attracted to the solitary Gu Jiao.
Others said Gu Jiao was very strange, always giving off an unapproachable coldness. A single chilly glance from her could leave you shivering for days.
However, in his view, such a girl was special enough.
"There’s a bonfire party here tonight, I’ve booked a room... Don’t worry! It’s two rooms!" Shi Ye scratched his head shyly, "Of course, if you don’t want to stay here, I can send you back early."
"No need, I want to watch the bonfire party." Gu Jiao looked at him, her lips curled up slightly, "This is the first time someone invited me to hang out at this age."
Shi Ye was dazzled by her smile.
Usually cold and standoffish, her smile was surprisingly more dazzling than the spring scenery in March.
Shi Ye hurriedly said, "If you like, I can take you out every day!"
Gu Jiao extended her hand to him.
Shi Ye was taken aback.
Ah, could it be, was she asking to hold hands now?
He swallowed with excitement, his palms sweating, subtly wiping them on his clothes. Just as he was about to take her hand, she said, "Room card."
Shi Ye was mortified and quickly withdrew his hand, pulling out a room card and handing it to her, "It’s a sea view room, the one with the best view."
Actually, it wasn’t.
The best-view presidential suite couldn’t be booked just for money, but the two rooms he booked were already quite nice.
Gu Jiao took the room card and went to room 709.
When she opened her backpack to change into her carefully prepared swimsuit, she was dumbfounded.
She held up a colorful, crying-out-ugly piece of fabric, "Where’s my bikini!? How did it become a one-piece swimsuit? With such a long skirt edge!!!"
Who touched her bag!
So annoying!
Such a conservative and old-fashioned style, it was obviously the Godfather’s style.
He dressed himself, always buttoning the top button on his collar.
"What? Not even allowing a bikini." Gu Jiao muttered, suddenly having a brainstorm and dialed the front desk: "I need a bikini!"

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