Cha Qing Luo ran back to the dormitory and sat on the bed, her heart still beating.
She covered her heart with her hand, which was still beating like a drum.
She felt that she was getting bolder and bolder in front of Nan Jateng.
Of course, she had to admit that she was getting more and more shameless.
Cha Qing Luo lay down on the bed happily, rolled around with the quilt, and laughed.
She clenched her fists tightly and made a cheering gesture.
She realized that she had to be thick-skinned enough when it came to Nan jiateng.
He had even agreed to be her boyfriend.
In fact, she didn't know why she suddenly said that.
But now, as she thought about it, she felt like she should give herself a round of applause.
They clapped for her courage.
Cha Qing Luo lay on the bed, constantly recalling the scene with Nan jiateng and the words they had said.
As she thought about it, the corners of her mouth continued to rise.
She was excited.
