Ye Nanshen looked at Rong Qi's fleeing back. His eyes were not filled with anger but ecstasy. Yes, ecstasy.
'If Rong Qi was not a retard, then perhaps…' Ye Nanshen thought.
However, Rong Qi, who had escaped, was panting heavily. Her heart was pounding, and her mind was in a mess.
'It shouldn't be strange for a retard to know how to draw, right? It should be fine to know how to play the violin, right? I was not a retard since I was young. So, I can remember what I had learned in the past, right?' Rong Qi thought. She did not believe that her flaws were that revealing.
Rong Qi straightened her back after some thought, but she did not dare to confront Ye Nanshen head-on. She would take things one step at a time and act according to the situation later.
At night, when Rong Qi was sleeping soundly, she suddenly felt a burning sensation on her back. She was hugged from behind, and the familiar pine fragrance entered the tip of her nose.
