Li Qiao took the opportunity to hold onto him, leaning her head against his shoulder as she continued to flip through the materials in her hand.
Qin Jin lowered his gaze to look at her hand, fair and tender, the nails a natural pink.
If it weren't for the fact that they were in a public place, he really wanted to pinch her hand gently, slowly rubbing it.
"Li Qiao." Hu Xiufang glanced at them and immediately turned her head away.
The nerve of Li Qiao, she thought.
Out in broad daylight, leaning on a man, and that Qin Jin, called 'loser' by others, seemed quite proper. She lowered her head, not daring to look at them: "You keep an eye out for me, how's this book?"
Li Qiao took it and browsed through the table of contents, then quickly skimmed a few pages. "Not bad, it basically covers all the knowledge points. Finish it and lend it to me, I'll let the educated youth have a go at it."
"Alright."
