C411

As she sat in the classroom, Xu Xuan was a little absent-minded. Although her eyes were on the blackboard, her attention had long since fled beyond the ninth heaven.

She was still thinking about what Weak Water had said that morning.

"He and Qingfan got laid."

What was rolling in the bed? Why are you talking about literature and art? Isn't it just going to bed!

Xu Xuan thought indignantly