"Keep talking and you're out."
Zhao Qingge promptly sat down at the desk, swept her dark red hair aside, and took a small sip from her water cup. As she drank, her eyes slightly drooped, half-closed beneath the golden-rimmed glasses, sharp and straight, exuding a sense of tranquility and cold elegance.
"…"
Li Peifeng had no distractions, just seriously observing the person in front of him.
Zhao Qingge inhaled, exhaled, and put down the cup to urge him: "Speak!"
Her chest slightly heaved, the collarbones under the V-neck were clearly visible, white and distinct, forming a beautiful line like a blossoming flower.
"If you're not going to speak, you can go home, I won't see you off... huh?"
Li Peifeng slowly extended his hand, and with Zhao Qingge's startled look, he took off her glasses and smiled a bit sheepishly: "Can you still see me clearly now?"
He still remembered, in his dream, Zhao Qingge did not wear glasses!
"It's alright."
