Qin Hao had a feeling that if he did not go, Fan Ruobing could sit there watching him all night long.
She was a strange person, a very strange person indeed.
The fatty, Zhao De, and Chen Ping were dumbfounded. Damn, was the second brother's luck with the ladies too freaking strong?
Qin Hao got dressed and walked out with Fan Ruobing. Along the way, many male students looked at them with disbelieving expressions.
How could such a beautiful woman run into the men's dorm?
On the way, Fan Ruobing didn't speak, and Qin Hao didn't know what to say either. The two walked silently to the society office building.
Arriving at the studio, it was already empty.
Fan Ruobing fetched paper, ink, and brushes, and said, "Paint."
Qin Hao asked in surprise, "Paint what?"
Fan Ruobing: "The one you painted that day, I really like that painting."
Qin Hao stood there and began to paint, while she watched closely by his side.
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The tides of time are easy to wane, a bit of heat hard to retain.