After the afternoon classes ended, and once she returned to the dormitory.
Song Anjing grabbed Qin Xin's hand: "Xinxin, Q Emperor's exhibition, can you come with me, please?"
Qin Xin was drawing on a sheet of white paper, covered in symbols that Song Anjing couldn't understand.
She said indifferently, "Not going."
Song Anjing sipped her grapefruit-flavored milk, feeling wronged: "Xinxin, I promise you, if you go to the exhibition, I swear I'll study every night till midnight, and I'll swear I'll pass the end-of-term exams!"
Qin Xin: "..."
Song Anjing: "I'm begging you... Xinxin... please..."
Being begged by this sweet girl, Qin Xin felt overwhelmed.
She finally understood why men can't handle women acting cute; even she, as a girl, couldn't handle it.
Especially a simple girl like Song Anjing, who was too much to take while begging.
Qin Xin: "You said it, if you can't achieve it..."
