Cha Qing Luo felt that she had finally seized the opportunity, so she naturally wanted to hug Nan jiateng more.
Sometimes, she didn't even dare to get close to Nan jiateng when he was so cold. Now that his expression was so gentle, of course she had to strike while the iron was hot.
And she had already prepared for the competition.
This time, she had to draw well and get good results.
Cha Qing Luo was very confident in her own skills and level.
So to Cha Qing Luo, Nan jiateng was her boyfriend now.
She had endured it for a long time in the past. Now that she could hug him properly, why not?
Nan jiateng had been standing like this, and his body was stiff and sore, but he didn't push Cha Qing Luo away.
After a long while, he reached out and patted Cha Qing Luo's back."Alright, it's late."
Cha Qing Luo listened to Nan jiateng's words and looked at the plants on the wall. It was already past three in the afternoon.
