She was holding a sandwich and a cup of hot milk, looking for a place to sit in the dining hall when, just two steps forward, her collar was suddenly grabbed at the corner.
The nightmare-like image of that woman in black flashed through her mind, her body instinctively recoiling as she looked up to face her assailant, only to find Luo Qinghe hiding around the corner, grinning brightly at her.
She couldn't hold in her frustration and stomped on Luo Qinghe's foot: "You scared me half to death!"
Luo Qinghe retaliated without politeness by thumping her on the head, "Fu Han, on this trip you've attracted more admirers than I have. If you dare to do today's stunt again, I'll print your phone number on postcards and distribute them."
Fu Han's face turned white instantly, as she shook her head vehemently, "Alright, alright, nothing like today's incident will happen again. Let's just get along peacefully."
"If I catch you meddling with matchmaking again, you'll have me to deal with."
