Fang Hao wept, "Could you possibly be any less violent and creepy, son?"
When Gu Qibao woke up, she found herself tightly held in Di Mingjue's arms, comforted by a calming sleeping position.
She rubbed her eyes and mumbled, "How come you're sleeping in bed, Mingjue? Have you finished copying the paper?"
Mingjue opened his eyes, revealing no trace of sleepiness. He nodded, "Hmm, yes. I've finished."
Qibao widened her eyes in disbelief, "Finished? That was quick!"
Mingjue rolled his eyes, "No kidding. Do you assume I'm as slow as you?"
Qibao: "..."
"Hey, Mr. Di, watch your attitude, your attitude!" Qibao started complaining again.
Mingjue frowned, wishing he could give her a piece of his mind. He had spent all night copying and only finished it at six in the morning. He had only rested for about ten minutes in bed but was still bothered by a question.
Why exactly did he help Qibao copy so much work?
