Sheng Li gradually opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ying Lili. "Why am I dreaming about her?" Sheng Li thought and closed his eyes. Something hit his mind and quickly opened his eyes. "What is she doing here?" Sheng Li thought and looked at the notebook on his lap. "She did not read it, right?" Sheng Li thought, but he was not sure.
He gazed at Ying Lili whose head fell to her left when Sheng Li acted swiftly and prevented Ying Lili's head to get hit against the wooden ground. Sheng Li's hand was on the left face of Ying Lili. He carefully let her head rested on the shelf and stood up from the floor. Putting the notebook on the shelf, he turned to look at Ying Lili.
Bending on his knees, he grabbed a few strands of hair that were at the front of Ying Lili's face. "You again did not listen to me," Sheng Li murmured and carried Ying Lili into his muscular arms. As he walked off the study room, Xing-Fu quickly stood up and bowed his head. "Good morning, your highness."
