In the hot spring, Tang Qingying's face was lightly tinted pink, and so was her body.
Looking at her, Han Qiwu's face also turned bright pink.
Five pounds of crawfish were quickly devoured by the two of them, and by the end, Tang Qingying couldn't finish her portion of stew rice.
Big eyes, small appetite.
After wiping her hands, Tang Qingying shifted her position, floating comfortably on the water surface, and asked Han Qiwu, "By the way, your project is scheduled for phase review at school in May. How's the progress going? Is there anything you need my help with?"
"By May, the results probably won't be ready yet, but the theory part should be fine. I can just make a PPT for it." Han Qiwu quickly waved off the offer.
Seeking your advice on farming is fine.
But farming games?
That's not something I can ask you for advice on.
Not even possible!
