Qiao Zhen withdrew her hand.
Qi Yijuan stretched out his arms and tightly restrained Qiao Zhen's waist, "You're not allowed to go back! And... you're not allowed to talk to anyone else, you're not allowed to smile at anyone else, you're not allowed to have any intimate contact with anyone else, not even a touch!"
Hearing his string of prohibitions, Qiao Zhen thought he was really cute. Following her heart, she reached out and ruffled Qi Yijuan's soft hair. "Okay, I'll obey whatever Yijuan says. Also, you absolutely must come to my class, or I'll get angry."
"Okay," Qi Yijuan replied softly.
From then on, the finance major became a medical school heartthrob. Of course, that's a story for another time.
He said with a wronged look, "This class is taught by Abbess Miejue, and I'm going to lose credits."
Qiao Zhen said, both amused and exasperated, "Does a top student care about a few credits? Let's go, I'll take you to the classroom."
Later, through Qiao Zhen's attractive appearance, her unfiltered lies, and Qi Yijuan's high score, Qi Yijuan's lateness was transformed into an explanation that he was late because he was helpful and respectful to his teachers.
There is no essential difference between the two; both are being late, but the former will result in a deduction of academic credits, while the latter will not.
Qi Yijuan bought an entire apartment building outside the school—not just one room, not just one unit, but the whole floor. Anyway, he's rich, so he can do whatever he wants. If you don't like it, so be it!
Qi Yijuan has very few belongings, only one room, but since Qiao Zhen moved in, that floor of the apartment seems to have become Qiao Zhen's personal walk-in closet. Cosmetics, shoes, clothes, bags—anything that Qi Yijuan thinks is suitable for Qiao Zhen, he buys it with just one phone call.
Qiao Zhen believes that all pain can be made up with money. Although it sounds vulgar, it gives her a sense of security.
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