My Little Devil

There was the political commissar at the camp. Nothing would go wrong.

The most important thing was that Zhai Sheng did not want to go back as he had no wish to see the man named Wei De.

"Oh." Qiao Nan tidied her hair. For the past two years, Zhai Sheng had the habit of tousling her hair as if she was a dog. She had been used to it and would no longer retaliate. "Then, now you are…"

"I won't disturb you from your studies." Zhai Sheng sighed. True enough, his future wife was too young, still in school. In fact, she was busier than him and had no time to date. He had indeed been in a false relationship. "Also, don't be distracted by Shi Qing. You are in the humanities class, whereas she is in the science class. Both of you won't have much to discuss or learn together."

He felt gloomy that Shi Qing spent more time with Qiao Nan than he did. Even though Shi Qing was a woman, he still felt unhappy about it.