Mo Zishuang stood by the stairs, her eyelids drooping as she gazed at the empty spot not far away.
Yet there was no extra emotion.
The dormitory for class three was not here, but in the exact opposite direction.
Mo Zishuang's sudden appearance here made her purpose all too obvious―――
Gu Qing caught sight of Mo Zishuang and couldn't help but burp from the alcohol. At that moment, all his drunkenness vanished into thin air.
He stared blankly at Mo Zishuang for a moment, and said, "Why are you..."
"I need to talk to you about something." Mo Zishuang's face, originally cold as ice, suddenly cracked a bit, her emotional control slipping.
Of course, she wasn't the only one like this. There was also the heavily intoxicated Gu Qing.
Gu Qing coughed and then pretended to be calm, saying, "Last time... I thought we had already made everything clear. That matter was indeed my fault..."
