“Don't keep looking at me like that... I won't be able to write a word.”
Ning Chu looked up, displeased, at Wen Yang, who was leaning against the side of the table. “Go play games or do group work, or else go back to the dormitory.”
“I've come all this way, so can I at least have dinner before I go? It's been half an hour since I got in the car.”
"If I don't become a great writer, it's definitely your problem,”
She muttered, looking at Wen Yang walking towards the sofa, and then she …