Realizing it was someone she knew, Jiang Qingli breathed a sigh of relief.
She patted her chest. "What a coincidence. What are you doing here?"
Yuan Shiyao avoided her gaze, his eyelashes lowered. "The student council has always been in charge of matters related to the spiritual power assessment."
"Oh, I see." Jiang Qingli nodded and added casually, "You all must be working hard."
His lashes trembled. Yuan Shiyao's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice, "It's just part of my duty. It's no trouble."
After he said that, the atmosphere fell silent.
Jiang Qingli took a sip of her juice, then suddenly moved closer, staring at Yuan Shiyao's face.
When I say "moved closer," she had really only taken one step forward and tilted her head to look at his face.
But Yuan Shiyao's reaction was very strange.
The moment Jiang Qingli approached, he almost instinctively bent down slightly, as if to accommodate her movement.
