A disguised confession stopped Chu Qingxue. Although it was quite nonsensical, Chu Qingxue was moved.
"Alright, you should go back now. I need to sleep!" Chu Qingxue revealed a tired expression.
Ye Chenfeng, hugging his quilt and pillow, said weakly, "Can't you give me a chance?"
Chu Qingxue said nothing, only gave him a glare. Ye Chenfeng felt depressed for a moment and was about to leave the room when Chu Qingxue called out, "Wait a moment!"
"Xue'xue, does this mean you've agreed?" Ye Chenfeng turned around excitedly.
"I let you in for another reason," Chu Qingxue said with a smile.
Just now, after a struggle in her heart, she decided to speak out.
"What is it?" Ye Chenfeng asked, lifting his head, his eyes full of confusion.
The smile on Chu Qingxue's face grew even broader. "Have you ever heard of a mysterious person wearing a white prismatic mask and dressed in black?"
"Thump!"
Ye Chenfeng's heart sank abruptly. Why was Chu Qingxue suddenly asking this question?
