Jiang Nian glanced at her briefly and reached out to feel.
"It's a bit cold."
Li Qingrong: "..."
"It's not the legs that should be cold, isn't the forehead supposed to be hot?"
"Touched the wrong spot, I thought so." Jiang Nian reluctantly let go of the class president's calf, "The forehead is rather hot."
He said seriously, "Qingqing, you might be catching a cold. The solution, there's only one..."
Li Qingrong covered his mouth and pushed him back.
"Hmm."
After being interrupted from casting his spell, Jiang Nian twisted like a worm on the couch, leaving Li Qingrong speechless.
"I'm dying, I'm dying."
Li Qingrong: "...."
After a while, she suddenly spoke, "When it's my birthday, take me to the movies."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian flipped off the couch.
"When's your birthday?"
"September 12th."
"Oh." Jiang Nian agreed, his birthday was also after the college entrance exam, thinking it was quite a coincidence.
"Then what about on my birthday?"
