Gong Xiaoqiao was full of grievances; the last time he got drunk and crazed, the bite marks he left on her neck were still visible, and today her hand and lips bore fresh wounds. If it weren't for her brightly colored lipstick, she couldn't have covered them up at all...
Shen Letian wiped his sweat, "Uh, little fox, that joke was really cold."
Ni Ma, with such a weird combination and the violently uncooperative little fox, how was he supposed to liven up the atmosphere!
"Why don't you sing a song then?" Shen Letian urged on.
"I don't want to sing," Gong Xiaoqiao said, boredly propping up her cheek.
Gu Xiaorou persuaded, "Xiaoqiao, just sing one song! I heard from my brother that you're from the arts department, you must be very talented now; it's been so long since I heard you sing!"
"You're Gong Xiaoqiao? My sister is also at A University; I've long admired your reputation!" the girl next to Gu Xiaorou said as she sized her up, her tone polite but her eyes mocking.
