Qiao Mo only felt that these days she had not only turned into a stutterer, but if her face were any flatter, it might as well be used as a soldering iron.
He didn't pay attention to her, picked up a book with one hand, but also pulled her into his embrace.
"What are you doing again?"
"Studying together, making progress together."
"You shameless!"
"Yesterday someone was more focused than me."
Fu Nancheng spoke casually, easily shutting Qiao Mo up.
Qiao Mo was held in his arms, unable to break free, and only with her eyes closed did she refuse to look.
But after a dozen minutes, hearing the pages being flipped lightly, she couldn't help but glance at the book's content, and embarrassingly caught sight of a shameful pose, her face flushed instantly, and she quickly closed her eyes, not daring to look again.
He read very quickly, flipping through over half of it in half an hour.
