"Huihui, stop talking."

Li Xin's face suddenly turned red like a ripe little apple, but she did have some affection for Ning Qi, and followed Wu Wenhui back to the dormitory with great hesitation in her heart.

Wu Wenhui seemed to feel that Li Xin was restless. In order to prevent her from becoming a lost sheep, Wu Wenhui stared at Li Xin every second. When the time was approaching half past six, Wu Wenhui suddenly felt the wind in the back of her head, and the back of her head suddenly hurt. , the white of his eyes fainted on the bed.