Compared to the previous ones Lin Xilu showed her with varying heights and builds, this one was the most likely.
The more An Ziqi thought about it, the more excited she became, and her eyes inevitably began to shine as she looked at him.
The person sleeping at the desk was not at all affected by her intense gaze, still lying quietly on the desk asleep.
An Ziqi walked over, raised her hand, and gently poked the arm bent on the desk.
The person sleeping at the desk did not react.
An Ziqi reached out and poked again, still no response.
Not even lying in bed, and sleeping so soundly?
When her finger was about to poke him for the third time.
"Get lost."
A cold voice suddenly rang out before her finger touched him.
The voice was like ice of a thousand years, and the chill in the words startled An Ziqi.
Her feet instinctively took a step back, raising her hand to cover her frightened, wildly beating heart.
