When Li Tingshen returned, Ye Qingqiu had already dumped the books on his bed.
"Ye Qingqiu."
Li Tingshen walked over and placed the cake on the desk by the window.
Ye Qingqiu sat among the books and looked at him with juice in her hand. "What's wrong?"
"Is your bed used for learning?"
Ye Qingqiu swayed her feet. "My bed can do many things."
Did she have to do her homework on the desk?
Li Tingshen's dark eyes narrowed slightly. He stood by the desk and looked at Ye Qingqiu's pure and honest face. He lowered his gaze and his gaze swept past her snow-white ankles. He turned around and took a sip of water.
"Come down," he said coldly, his back to her.
"But I haven't finished my juice."
Li Tingshen didn't speak, but Ye Qingqiu saw the tray that he had placed on the desk gradually move into her line of sight.
