Qin Miaomiao was startled and quickly tried to hide the paper behind her, her face full of embarrassment:
"It's... it's nothing, I'm writing a self-reflection."
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Let me take a look."
Qin Miaomiao grew even more flustered, gripping the paper tightly, cold sweat nearly breaking out: "Better... not. Let me finish writing first."
"No need. Give it to me."
Lu Qing acted assertively, reaching out to grab it. Qin Miaomiao immediately crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it toward the trash can—clang! It missed and landed outside.
Lu Qing let her go, and with quick reflexes, picked the paper up. Qin Miaomiao's heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she darted over, jumping straight onto his back, trying to snatch it from his hands.
But how could she possibly win?
"Don't... don't look!"
