With Chu Ci's company, Luo Qianqian stopped reading and started snacking, flipping through magazines, and gossiping.
"Qianqian, I think if you keep eating like this, you'll definitely get fat by the end of military training." Looking at the trash bag on the ground, Chu Ci frowned and cleaned up, unable to fit everything into one trash bag.
"Oh, put it down, I'll clean it up myself." Luo Qianqian quickly put down the magazine in her hand, grabbed the trash bag, and started filling it, getting a fierce poke from Chu Ci on her forehead.
"When you clean, will we have to wait until they're almost done?" Chu Ci turned and glanced at her skeptically while sitting on He Wenyu's bed.
Luo Qianqian was just speaking offhandedly, and when she was questioned like this, she instantly felt a bit embarrassed.
"Don't say that," she protested. "After all, I'm…"
"You're what?" Chu Ci asked.
"I did share with you..."
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