A man, a newly-married one still carrying a grudge at that.
The burning intensity in his eyes was somewhat frightening.
Chuxia chose to directly ask the moment she noticed.
Beihuai coughed softly, suppressing his cunning thoughts.
"Do you want to study Chinese Language and Literature?"
Beihuai suddenly asked a question that seemed irrelevant to the topic at hand, causing Chuxia, who was eating an apple, to stop in her tracks.
"What's wrong? Is it bad?"
This was the most laid-back idea Chuxia could come up with, one that didn't require much thought.
Beihuai shook his head, "Probably not going to happen!"
Chuxia was stunned.
Jianzheng, lying on the bed, spoke up, "Definitely not going to happen!"
The apple in Chuxia's hand instantly lost its allure, and her gaze swept back and forth between Jianzheng and Beihuai.
