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"Yan Shengyu, I told you, no matter what your intention is, please stop here. I will not agree to any of your requests, and if you continue to pester me like this, I won't be very polite to you."
The coldness in Qinglan's eyes sent a chill through Yan Shengyu, and his steps, which initially wanted to continue bothering her, halted.
Being such a stubborn pest was not something Yan Shengyu was accustomed to doing. Yet, this time, he was suddenly curious about this aloof woman, which is why he agreed to his roommate's absurd suggestion on a whim and even used it as an excuse to get close to Shen Qinglan.
Shen Qinglan was tired of Yan Shengyu's relentless pestering. Coming to school was merely a whim, and now, with such an incident, she simply returned to Jiangxin Garden. Whenever she had time, she would read books, drink tea, occasionally indulge in sketching one or two strokes, or visit the courtyard to accompany the two elderly people. Life was quite leisurely.
