He finally turned around and fixed Zhao Rongxin with a stare. His tone was a little sharp, but the moment their eyes met, it softened. “...Are you having dinner here? There’s a decent barbecue place outside campus.”
Zhao Rongxin frowned, looking exasperated. “I’m not eating. I came all the way from Xiaoshan just to practice piano with you?”
“If you don’t want to go back,” he said, returning to the earlier topic, his voice dropping, “I know a clean, comfortable hotel near campus.”
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