Ling Feixue trembled at these words, instinctively feeling that Xu Qiaoqiao might be right.
This way, being favored by Qin Qi first might not be a good thing.
However, it was too late to regret now.
She clenched her delicate fists, secretly deciding that she must thoroughly exhaust Qin Qi before midnight, hoping that there wouldn't be anything left of him by the time he departs.
On the surface, she wasn't shy to fight back, "Oh really, I just hope some people won't get too anxious later."
The tense atmosphere wasn't easing up at all.
Seeing the exchange of glances between Ling Feixue and Xu Qiaoqiao, Qin Qi felt a chill in his heart.
Dammit, why do I have a bad feeling about this?
He could only say, "Alright, you both head back to your rooms first!"
Ling Feixue secretly sneered, thinking she would be louder later, and those in the next room could only endure and fantasize!
Anxious to death!
