Qin Jinyu's sharp voice, like a duck being strangled, was piercing and then abruptly stopped.
Xixi blinked her eyes in astonishment at the man before her.
Qiao Nancheng, dressed in a simple black uniform, extended his palm to her.
His eyes glistened with wetness, his speech stuttering, reddening his honey-toned skin.
But his gaze was so firm.
He knew that he had always been concealed in the shadows, protecting Xixi.
This time, he didn't want to see Xixi being wronged!
Even if he was mocked, he didn't care.
"Can I?" He repeated in a faltering voice, his head hanging down a little dejected, like a large wronged canine.
Many girls around became excited.
"I really want to pat his head, whimper..."
"Xixi, say yes quickly!"
"If she won't dance with you, I will!"
Xixi looked around, then laughed silently to herself.
So Qiaoqiao was this popular; he probably didn't even realize it.
"Mhm." She nodded vigorously, her smile blooming like a flower.
