Because she no longer had to worry about winning over Wenxian, Fengguang slept soundly through the night without any dreams, until the next morning.
Because she had drunk a lot of Ming'an's blood yesterday, her body quickly recovered. At least when she moved her feet, they didn't hurt anymore. She got out of bed, wearing ill-fitting slippers and the shirt that could be worn as a dress. When she opened the door, she saw a disheveled man sitting on the sofa, fast asleep. In front of him were several empty cans of beer, the TV was still on, and there were some magazines that had been mostly flipped through on the coffee table.
She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only 7:30, while his shift to the principal's office started at 8:00.
Feng Guang walked over in her slippers and glanced curiously at the beer cans on the table. She really couldn't understand what was so appealing about this drink that made her so fond of it. Out of curiosity, she picked up a can of beer that wasn't finished, smelled it first, and only took a sip after finding it wasn't too pungent. Then she put the can down and started coughing violently.
A hand grabbed her wrist, and she leaned back into the man's lap. Then, her chin was lifted up and a passionate kiss landed on her lips.
...
A thin line of saliva appeared as their lips parted. Her face flushed and her heart pounded. He pressed his lips to hers and said in a languid tone, as if he had just woken up, "Good morning, little girl..."
Was that just a good morning kiss?
Feng Guang nudged his shoulder, but couldn't move him. She said expressionlessly, "Headmaster, what do you intend to do to your female student so early in the morning?"
"I want to fight you, but I'm afraid you won't agree."
Her heart was pounding, and she said rather irritably, "Be serious for once."
He kissed the corner of her lips again. "Once you've seen my unserious side, you'll know how serious I am now."
"Stop talking!" She kicked him. "How long are you going to keep pressing me down? Get up."
He obediently sat up and pulled her back into his arms. He held her and gently swayed his body, like a parent with a child. "Baby, are you hungry?"
Her eyebrows twitched, and she pinched the flesh on his waist. "Don't call me like a child."
"The TV said...you young people these days all like to call yourselves 'baby'." In the past, TVs were just for decoration, but in order to understand what young people were thinking, Ming'an specifically watched a program related to young people, and then he fell asleep while watching it.
Feng Guang glared at him. "I'm not a giant baby. Why do I call myself a baby?"
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