Lu Mo's eyelids twitched. He forced himself to look away and silently recited the Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention ten times.

It doesn't seem to be working very well; my throat is so dry and uncomfortable.

Lu Mo drank two cups of cold tea before calming down a bit. He glanced at Ye Qingqing's claws, the wounds on them becoming increasingly glaring.

"I'll apply the medicine for you!"

Lu Mo took out the ointment from the drawer, grabbed it, and Ye Qingqing hissed, her face scrunched up, "Be gentle, it really hurts..."

"Bear with it!"

Although Lu Mo was blunt, his hands softened, gently applying the ointment to Ye Qingqing. It didn't actually hurt, but in order to gain Lu Mo's pity, Ye Qingqing kept hissing and yawning, her eyes misty, looking pitiful.

"Does it really hurt that much?" Lu Mo asked doubtfully, since he hadn't used any force at all.

"It really hurts, I can't even hold the pen anymore." Ye Qingqing pouted, looking very aggrieved.

Lu Mo's heart softened; perhaps girls have more sensitive pain receptors!

"Take a break first, then you can write again when you're ready."

"The whole school will be broadcasting tomorrow, and I have to register Xiaotong this afternoon. My hand will definitely hurt tonight..." Ye Qingqing said while stealing glances at someone, secretly praying that she could turn Lu Mo, this blockhead, into a tether.

Lu Mo frowned, hesitant, but when he saw the purplish-blue marks on Ye Qingqing's claws, his heart softened.

“This time is an exception. I’ll write the self-criticism for you. If you make the same mistake again, I won’t care even if I break your hand!” Lu Mo said sternly, but he had already violated his principles. No matter how stern he was, he seemed to lack confidence.

Ye Qingqing was overjoyed. She had finally proven her charm. Oh yeah!

"Oppa, you're so good, I love you to death!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, Ye Qingqing pounced on Lu Mo and kissed him heavily on the cheek.

Lu Mo instinctively put his arm around Ye Qingqing, his hand resting on her waist. Her soft, slender waist made his heart pound uncontrollably, and there was also a faint fragrance wafting from her...

This girl stole another kiss!

And it was this girl who took the initiative!

Lu Mo felt a little annoyed. Before, when he couldn't move his legs, it was fine if this girl took the initiative, but now that he can stand up, why is he still so passive?

If his comrades ask him in the future who is closer to whom, him or Ye Qingqing, how will he answer?

That's so embarrassing!

After successfully stealing a kiss from Lu Mo, Ye Qingqing wanted to leave him, but her waist was wrapped around by a large, hot hand, and she couldn't move at all.

Lu Mo sat, and she stood, leaning forward, face to face, but her face was turned to the side. She could feel Lu Mo's breath; it seemed to have become heavier and faster.

"Let me go!" Ye Qingqing whispered.

Lu Mo stared intently at the beautiful profile before him. Her skin was as white as snow, so delicate it seemed like ice cream, melting with a breath. She had long eyelashes, a pert nose, and small red lips.

This time... the initiative should be in his hands!

Lu Mo swallowed, his eyes fixed on the red lips, which looked like freshly picked cherries.

Ye Qingqing felt the increasingly intense heat and panicked. She turned her head and asked, "Let me go!"

The cherries are closer.

For the first time, Lu Mo's emotions overcame his reason, and he pressed his lips to those red lips that had appeared countless times in his dreams—softer and sweeter than in his dreams…

Ye Qingqing stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Lu Mo had actually kissed her on his own initiative?

She hasn't even used her charms yet!

Ye Qingqing didn't have time to think it through; her mind was getting hotter and hotter. The two kissing novices didn't know what to do next!