The Touch Must Be Delightful

Once Qin Sheng finished speaking, she did not linger any longer. With classes tomorrow, she could now return to her villa. She had no time to waste on insignificant people.

Zhao Xiang remained in place, her face fluctuating between an ashen and flushed hue. How dare Qin Sheng teach her a lesson? Qin Sheng came from a small town, with a family far less privileged than hers. What gave her the right to lecture her?

Shen Jiayue approached Zhao Xiang. "Xiangxiang, I didn't expect you to finish class so soon."

Zhao Xiang turned her gaze toward Shen Jiayue, who immediately felt a pang of unease.

Carefully, she asked, "Xiangxiang, what happened? Who offended you?"

Zhao Xiang narrowed her eyes. "Qin Sheng is not our roommate. You are not allowed to be friends with her."

If Qin Sheng dared provoke her, Zhao Xiang would have no mercy.