C197 Bitch You Really Don't Have Good Intentions

When Gu Anran returned, Qin Zhizhou was still resting in the classroom.

Su Xiaomi did not know where she got a bottle of medicinal oil and was massaging his fingers.

"Are you nervous?" The medicinal oil smelled very good. Gu Anran smelled it and felt refreshed.

"A little." Qin Zhizhou told her the truth.

He was not afraid that he could not finish the painting