The whole day had drained Lin Xu's body. After the yelling, the ruler breaking, San Na's sour face, and the endless "correct your posture" lectures, she just wanted to collapse onto the bed and disappear.
She blew out the last candle, stretched her sore shoulders, and finally climbed under the blanket…
…when two arms suddenly wrapped tightly around her waist from behind.
Lin Xu almost screamed.
"Let go…!" she hissed.
Mo Ying buried his face against her neck like he had every right to appear in her room like a ghost.
"Mm. You smell good."
"MO YING!" Lin Xu struggled, trying to pry his arms off. "You're heavy… move! I can't breathe!"
He didn't move an inch.
If anything, he hugged tighter.
"No," he mumbled against her skin, sounding very pleased with himself, "I'm comfortable here."
She elbowed him. "Go be comfortable somewhere else!"
"Ow… violent woman," Mo Ying groaned but still refused to let go. "I came here to calm my heart, and you're attacking me."
