The lights were bright.
Pei Yan's gaze, deep and contemplative like a still pond, fell dimly upon her.
Slowly, a playful smirk curled up the corners of his lips, "Since the Princess has spoken, there's no option but to win, right?"
Jiang Shuyao reached out, straightened the curve at the corner of his mouth, and repeated, "I'm not joking, you must win."
Her voice was soft, her small face radiating stubbornness and determination.
Pei Yan's smile faded, capturing her fingers, he kissed them gently, "Okay."
One word, a promise made.
Jiang Shuyao, touched by his gesture, also reminded herself to give it her all.
The dormitory dinner was set for seven o'clock at the Haidilao Hot Pot restaurant on the street behind the school.
Fang Wei couldn't eat spicy food, so upon entering, He Shumiao immediately called the waiter and ordered a yuanyang pot (half-spicy, half-clear broth).
