A Slap on His Face

Qin Fang recalled the night of the graduation party. He had a bad fantasy about her, and he began to panic again.

His eyes darkened, and his emotions surged.

Damn it, he actually had bad intentions towards the most innocent girl in class!

Qin Fang didn't know how to face Qiao Ran. He always felt that it was blasphemy to have such thoughts about her. Blasphemy.

He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table impatiently." What's the matter?"

His cold tone and indifferent attitude stunned Qiao Ran for a moment.

After Qin Fang transferred to Class 10, although he wasn't too close to her, he had never spoken to her in such a tone.

Qiao Ran clenched her fists and took a deep breath. She asked him again," Which university are you planning to apply to?"

" Capital Sports University." He rubbed his hair, took out his phone, and looked down.

His cold and hard eyes were filled with alienation and indifference.