"You think washing off the blood in the water counts as proper cleaning with high temperatures?" Qin Liang didn't even lift his head, but his cold voice carried over. Luo Qianqian looked up, only to see Qin Liang still focused on his writing and drawing, not bothering to look up at her, so she pouted.
She blinked in slight surprise, then scurried to fill the kettle with hot water and waited for it to boil on the stove.
Qin Liang touched his forehead, feeling like this girl reminded him of a younger sister trying to appease him silently after causing trouble.
"You want to take the college entrance exams this year?" Qin Liang put down his pen and looked at Luo Qianqian, who was squatting in front of the stove with her cheeks toasted red, and he sighed internally.
Luo Qianqian blinked and nodded, "Yes, if I keep messing around for another two years, I'll forget everything I've learned." She stared at the stove, her eyes somewhat desolate.