Weekends At Jiang Qiran’s House!

Ye Linlang's eyes were locked on the white-clothed youth in front of her, and her face was filled with nervousness.

"You want me to help you with your English?"

When Jiang Qiran saw Ye Linlang's expression, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

His voice was indifferent, and there was not a hint of emotion in it.

Ye Linlang's heart was beating like a drum, and her heartbeat became somewhat erratic.

"You can't? My... my English results are really terrible… I think you're great. You helped me in class that day, and I'm very grateful to you."

"Of course! Qiran, it's okay if you don't want to. I can find a cram school. After all, everyone in high school has a lot of academic pressure. I know this will take up a lot of your time."

Ye Linlang said as she looked at Jiang Qiran without blinking. Her eyes were sparkling, and she seemed to have a special spirit.