The evening self-study was about to end, and the originally quiet classroom began to buzz with whispers.
Xiao Ruawen had been diligently catching up on her homework and, just one minute before the class ended, the girl finally capped her pen with a sense of relief.
"Finally finished." She stretched her fingers to relax them, her eyes flicking towards Xu Qingfan.
Because she had just given in to her curiosity and asked Xu Qingfan if he was into SM, Xiao Ruawen, not surprisingly, had been thoroughly thrashed, and now she looked at him with a trace of resentment.
"Brother Fan, are you waiting for a message?" She poked his arm with her finger.
Xu Qingfan put away his phone and gave her an annoyed look, "You'll be the death of me sooner or later."
Xiao Ruawen stuck out her tongue playfully and muttered under her breath, "Who asked you to hit me, I've never heard of such a weird fetish."
Xu Qingfan didn't catch what she said, or he would have given her another beating.
