Lin Qian pulled the black gloves on his wrists, turned his head slightly and asked the person behind him: "Please, let me give you two points in a row?" Zhang Mo was nervously arranging his admission ticket and pen. He raised his head when he heard the words, and rubbed the top of Lin Qian's hair with a smile: "Qian, don't utter such arrogance. Who can resist?
Not necessarily. "
The exam bell rang, and the only sound left in the examination room was the friction of pen and paper. Zhang Mo raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Qian who was writing furiously in front of him. He couldn't help but smile. Then he picked up his pen and changed the "B" in the third multiple-choice question to "D".
Forget it, let me give you two points, little germophobe. Let's go to Beijing for medical treatment together in the future.
The world is so big, it is not easy for two people to meet. Perhaps it was God's special arrangement that the best medicine for the two of them was each other.
Motto: Love is good medicine