"Why can't the formula be more straightforward, why does it have to be so complex?!" Fu Jiu had the habit of chewing the ends of her pen whenever she was learning physics; she would also become increasingly talkative, a stark contrast from her usual aloof silent style.
Qin Mo lowered his lids to glance at youngster's fluffy head and in that instant, this usually infuriating person seemed rather adorable. He suppressed the urge to pull him into his arms. The sides of his lips were curving upwards faintly.
They were in close proximity.
Fu Jiu lifted her head and caught sight of the Almighty's smile. She couldn't help being mesmerized by the beauty of it and had to shake her head to clear her mind.
Qin Mo frowned at her actions. "Why are you shaking your head?"
"Brother Mo, don't you feel any stress from being so handsome?" Fu Jiu tried to divert him from the hated physics book.
