THUMP!
There was a muffled sound, and the bed trembled violently as though something heavy had been thrown onto it.
Song Ningran was dumbfounded, staring mouth agape in utter disbelief at the items before her. Her gaze then shifted to Qin Heng, her expression one of utter shock, as if she had witnessed something so unbelievable it nearly shattered her entire worldview.
"These... these?" Song Ningran's voice trembled as she pointed at the pile on the bed, looking at Qin Heng in disbelief. "What... what are you doing?"
"Letting you experience the joy of studying," Qin Heng chuckled, casually flicking Song Ningran's forehead. "And to purify your mind a bit, so you stop thinking about those age-inappropriate things."
