Thinking of this, she looked at Qin Shaojin, clenching the goblet with both hands, and gently coughed, "What if I get a boyfriend, to see if I feel anything, and if I don't—"
Qin Shaojin looked down at the dark red liquid in his goblet, smiled, and his voice was pleasant, "Before you fall in love with me, you won't have a boyfriend."
Wen Nuan then realized the severity of the problem. Earlier, she thought that because Qin's top card kept failing her pursuit, she would feel a little better. How naive! How foolish!
If she can't find Qin's top card, does she have to become a nun?
Her eyes flared with small flames as she looked at Qin Shaojin, suddenly realizing that provoking Qin's top card was even more toxic than encountering those psychos who unsuccessful in love would throw concentrated sulfuric acid! It directly cuts off one's path!
After a long while, she finally spoke with restraint, "W-why?"
