"I am going to be late... fuck, why didn't you wake me up?" yelled Qie Xieling running around packing his stuff.
Luo Muchen was quite useful. Qie Xieling didn't have to say what he wanted because Luo Muchen would hand it to him. Luo Muchen picked out Qie Xieling's clothes, his shoes, made him breakfast etc. In essence, he prepared everything for Qie Xieling apart from packing his stuff because he didn't know what he would take with him to class.
Qie Xieling didn't even realise his overreliance on Luo Muchen and how their interaction was almost like them playing house.
"It really looks good but I can't eat. I will be late," said Qie Xieling while picking up his motorcycle keys.
