Sheng Ning'an had returned to the dormitory, but her heartbeat still felt a bit fast.
She always thought that someone didn't have a girlfriend because he was not good at speaking.
Suddenly, she realized he was not incapable, but perhaps too capable.
"An'an?" Xue Xian's voice suddenly rang in her ears.
"Hmm?" She abruptly lifted her head to look.
"What's wrong?" Xue Xian asked with concern.
Her demeanor seemed a bit off, lost in thought to an extraordinary degree.
"I'm fine," Sheng Ning'an shook her head.
"That, did you pick up the parcel for me?" Xue Xian asked.
Only then did Sheng Ning'an suddenly remember, "Sorry, I forgot." Her mind had been completely filled with the way Xu Weiran called her Princess, so she had completely forgotten about picking up Xue Xian's parcel.
Since childhood, he was not the first person to call her Princess, but it felt inexplicably tantalizing, as if it was different coming from his lips compared to others.
