The teacher asked He Nanqiao with a stern expression, "What kind of person do you want to marry someday?"
He Nanqiao answered without thinking. "Of course, someone like you, sir: knowledgeable and beautiful as a flower."
Beautiful as a flower... Yan Qing nearly choked. Saliva caught in his throat, and he burst into a violent coughing fit.
He Nanqiao hurriedly reached out to pat his back, then looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Sir? Did Nanqiao get it wrong again?"
The teacher's face darkened. "You weren't wrong. I was."
