Qin Xin gently touched her slightly warm face.
Was it just her imagination?
Why did she feel like the text from the man seemed to be flirting with her?
Yet the man's words were so gracefully elegant, you couldn't pick out a hint of impropriety between the lines.
Qin Xin pinched her temples.
Maybe the posture explained in the image on page 250 of her pharmacology textbook was too scandalous, she might need to mentally recite a Heart Clarity Spell.
From the direction of the Pharmacy College teaching building, a figure came darting over.
It was Song Anjing, who had just finished her evening classes, panting but with sparkling eyes: "Xinxin, do you know what's going on in the school auditorium?"
Qin Xin: "No idea."
The 190-pound whimpering enthusiast eagerly chimed in: "Sister Xin just got done reviewing several pathology experiments and came back to give some losers a hard time, she hasn't had a chance to check it out yet."
