Fortunately, the midday sun was strong, and soon a few rays of sunlight fell on Qiao Mo's face.
He got up, lowered the dark curtains, and closed the room door.
The room instantly darkened, like night, with almost no light.
After turning on a wall lamp, he sat by the bed again.
At this moment, Qiao Mo felt even more nervous.
Because now it was truly no different from night, the warm yellow of the wall lamp inexplicably added a touch of romantic tension, making her particularly uneasy.
About twenty minutes later, Qiao Mo quietly opened her eyes, only to meet his dark gaze.
"Mr. Fu, I start school tomorrow." Qiao Mo spoke softly, but her voice was terribly hoarse.
"Mm."
He just responded with a sound, leaving Qiao Mo at a loss.
A few more minutes passed, and Qiao Mo couldn't help but speak again, "Mr. Fu, may I get up to pack my luggage?"
His brow furrowed again: "No."
Qiao Mo pursed her lips, "But..."
"No buts." He interrupted her sternly.
