Feng Guang frowned unhappily, spat out his finger, and said with dissatisfaction, "I'm all grown up now, I can control myself, I don't need your guidance."
"Don't push yourself. I don't want to see you stuff yourself and hurt your stomach."
"Hmph!" She let out another burp, which slightly dampened her young lady's momentum, and she decided to skip the topic.
Because he was wearing a bathrobe, she could see his fair and powerful chest, as well as his neck, which he usually covered with a scarf. Only then did she notice a black line on the side of his neck that ended on his right shoulder. Curious, she pulled his bathrobe open a little more and discovered that the black line on his shoulder irregularly extended to his left chest and then continued downwards... seemingly even reaching a suggestive place.
Her hand unconsciously rested on the black line on his chest. There was no protrusion or indentation, which meant that it was not a tattoo.
He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Interested?"
What is this line?
“A birthmark,” he replied, pressing her hand against his chest. “I’ve had it since birth.”
No wonder he wore a scarf even on such a hot day; it was to cover the black birthmark that started spreading from his neck.
She exclaimed, "Your birthmark is truly spectacular!"
He paused for a moment, expecting her to disbelieve him or ask why he had such a strange birthmark, but instead she exclaimed in admiration.
She then lifted the sleeve of her right hand and pointed to a black mole on her forearm, saying, "This is the only birthmark I have... much less noticeable than yours."
He corrected, "This doesn't count as a birthmark."
It's just a mole at most.
She insisted, "I say it's a birthmark, so it is a birthmark. Don't look at it as just a mole. Other people's moles look different from mine, so it's my birthmark."
Hmm... this kind of sophistry is exactly what he wanted to hear.
Ming An patted her head and said, "Whatever the little girl says goes."
"Okay, I'm going to sleep now." She turned around and rolled out of his arms, landing directly on the bed. "Remember to turn off the lights when you leave, thank you."
He said resentfully, "After you've used me, do you no longer need me?"
“Osiris School needs you, Osiris Infirmary needs you, and the students of Osiris need you even more. How can I take you away just because of my own selfishness?” She knelt on the bed with righteous indignation and said, “Headmaster, you should get some rest. Tomorrow is a workday.”
He leaned forward, kneeling on one knee on the bed, grabbed her wrist, pulled her closer, and rubbed his stubble-covered face against her soft cheek. Before she could get angry, he had already retreated with a smile, "Little girl, call me anytime if you want a midnight snack."
After saying that, he turned around and left the room, actually turning off the lights and closing the door behind him.
Feng Guang, her face flushed, buried her head under the covers and called out, "System, are you there?"
Her tone was light and cheerful, with a hint of excitement; one could tell at a glance that she was a young girl in love.
The system knew why she was contacting him without her saying another word. "Do whatever you want."
As long as we don't mess up the world, it's fine.
This time, the aloof and arrogant system didn't even bother to call the host "host."
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