Just as Qin You finished speaking, the corner of Su Junxin's eye twitched uncontrollably.
What was he saying? That she had an unpleasant smell?
And he had such a discerning look on his face???
Instantly, embarrassment and rage surged in her heart, she bit her lip and asked angrily, "Qin You, what do you mean?"
In the face of her fury, Qin You's expression remained unchanged, slowly retracting his sleeve from her hand.
"I mean, you have a smell that I don't like."
After saying this, he left the classroom.
Looking at his retreating figure disappearing around the corner, Su Junxin's face distorted with anger.
After a moment of hesitation, when no one was watching, she lifted her school uniform collar to her nose for a careful sniff.
Beyond the fragrance of laundry detergent, she didn't smell anything unusual.
Su Junxin was even more irritated.
She glowered at Qin You's desk, gritting her teeth.
