"What?"
Qianqian: "I want to get a manicure, but it's inconvenient for writing. So, I thought of painting my nails instead."
"And then??"
"It's my first time doing it, I don't have much experience," Qianqian said shyly, "Could you..."
Jiang Nian: "I don't know how either."
Qianqian: "I wasn't asking if you knew, could you lend me your fingernails to practice on?"
On the other side, in the room.
Jiang Nian sat at his desk, looking at the message she sent. He couldn't help but slowly type a question mark, chuckling in disbelief.
This person is really thick-skinned.
"No way."
"Come on, it won't hurt."
"Toenails."
"...that works too, I guess."
"What's in it for me?"
"What's in it for you?" Qianqian sent an unwilling emoji, "I'll give you five yuan to buy snacks."
"...five yuan?"
"Ten yuan, no more than that."
"You know what I want, stop beating around the bush." Jiang Nian said casually, trying to provoke her.
Sure enough, Qianqian didn't reply.
