What Lin Qingyu didn't know was that when she looked at Meng Chuxin's back in a daze during evening self-study, Meng Chuxin was not actually studying, but just kept writing Lin Qingyu's name on the draft paper. Today's seemingly sudden confession was not a sudden idea. It was what Meng Chuxin had been planning, but it was just a little earlier than Meng Chuxin's plan.
"So, is this considered a confession, Mr. Meng?" "
"Um? Otherwise? Good night
Intention: Your Prince Charming will eventually be waiting for you
