To Mu Xiaoqi's surprise, for several days in a row, she never saw the night again, let alone talk to him about things.

She was also totally absorbed in her graduation thesis to avoid thinking of him.

However, how can people control their own ideas, unconsciously, she lost her mind again.

"Feed! Seventy-seven, return to the soul!" Xia Ruxue, who is discussing papers with Mu Xiaoqi in the library, opens her fingers and shakes them in front of him.

"Hmm?" Bathing in the seventh hour did not respond.

"Seventy-seven, what's wrong with you? You're always absent-minded these two days?" Xia Ruxue simply covers his notebook and asks Xiao Qi with...