"But what should I do?" He slowly took off his glasses and pushed his fringe to the back of his head. "Whenever I see you, I can't help but want to do something...indecent..."
Song Yaoyao: "? ? ?"
"So," the man lifted her up with one hand and placed her on the bed, "in order to prevent me from doing bad things, I'd like to ask Student Song Yaoyao to rest alone tonight, is that okay?"
"Hey!"
Song Yaoyao felt offended, and she struggled a little.
Her little face flushed red. "That's because your thoughts are evil, what does that have to do with me! I don't care! I want to sleep here tonight!"
She waved her fist, glanced at Huo Yunque arrogantly, and jumped onto the bed and into the blanket.
Holding the edge of the thin blanket, her dark eyes were full of pride.
"Oh?"
Huo Yunque put down the book. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm absolutely sure!"
