He Miao backed away slightly and pushed him out shyly. "It's time to go back. I'm going to sleep."
Jing Yan was pushed out of the door by her. He grabbed her hand and said pitifully, "I'll go back first then. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
"Alright," she said.
"And..." Jing Yan blocked the door that was about to be shut and squeezed through it again, his eyes fixed on He Miao.
"What else is there?" He Miao did not wait for him to continue and looked at him with her head tilted in confusion.
Jing Yan sighed, pulled her into his arms, and smiled helplessly. "This is the time to say good night, you little fool."
He Miao's face reddened, and she looked away, but she still managed to spit out two words with a dry throat, "Good night."
"Good girl." Jing Yan lowered his head and gave her a peck on the lips before leaving in satisfaction.
