Slender, beautiful fingers tapped on the membrane keyboard, and the pale blue glow from the laptop screen cast onto Feng Huaimu's face, making Xu Haohao feel cold no matter how she looked at it.
This man's resilience really is something; the last time he got hurt and a high fever came, he only took some medicine and slowly got better on his own!
Xu Haohao couldn't figure out if she wanted him to be gravely ill or to be alive and kicking.
Maybe everything about him disgusted her now, so nothing seemed right in her eyes.
Xu Haohao quietly tiptoed in her pink cotton slippers to Feng Huaimu's back, squinting to see what he was doing.
The computer screen showed strings of English words and long sentences.
At Jianghai University, she was at the bottom, only getting in by selecting a niche major.
Looking at the fluent English, Xu Haohao found it extremely difficult to understand, only able to grasp the general meaning.
