For the entire morning, Qingran always felt that Qi He, the girl sitting in front of her, was looking at her with a strange gaze.
But she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was odd about it.
When Qi He gave her another incredulous look during the break of the second class, Qingran finally couldn't take it anymore.
She asked, "Qi He, do I have something dirty on my face?"
Qi He turned around to sit and seriously took another look at Qingran, confusedly shaking her head, "No, there's nothing dirty."
It's just that she's damn beautiful, why did I only get her beauty now? Always buried in books, isn't it good to occasionally look up and take in handsome guys and beauties?
"Oh." Qingran nodded and continued to organize her notes.
"Cough!" Qi He cleared her throat, a smile spreading across her lips as she leaned over the desk, inching closer to Qingran.
Her voice was significantly lower, "Qingran, I want to ask you something..."
