บท 142: 092 Aunt Fang feeding Li Zhiyan in the living room, the forlorn Jiang Xian_3

A single sentence had turned Han Xueying's face red.

"I won't talk to you anymore... After the meeting, you young people go have fun," she said.

Han Xueying felt that she really couldn't discuss the topic of the type of woman Li Zhiyan liked because she always had the illusion that Li Zhiyan liked her.

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"Brother Yan, you really have a good relationship with the counselor, always standing here and chatting," one of the dorm mates said after arriving, all chugging mineral water.

Su Mengyue, as she walked by, covered her face and scurried past, that springtime-of-youth look on her face making Zhang Zhiyuan's heart ache unbearably. She was the goddess he adored, yet the goddess only liked Li Zhiyan, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"We were just talking about study-related stuff, nothing else," Li Zhiyan replied.

"Let's go eat," someone suggested.

Ziang Zexi said with a smile, "Brother Yan, I got an arcade machine in the dorm, one of those all-in-one types."