Matilda Jenkins suddenly felt as if she had swallowed a fly: "Roll...roll...bedsheet?"
Nathaniel York said mysteriously, "Yeah, you're the one who told me to roll, so I had no choice but to listen and roll over."
Matilda rolled up her sleeves, "Roll your sister..."
"If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll really think that my reputation as an unrivaled fighter throughout the school that year was for nothing."
Matilda grabbed Nathaniel's arm, planning to throw him down first before talking.
But Nathaniel calmly said, "If it weren't for me taking Scarlett Glenn to meet Gamma Young tomorrow, she wouldn't see him at all, and Gamma wouldn't say..."
"You, you..." The anger on Matilda's face slowly turned into a forced smile, "Hehe, rest well, the room temperature is low, be careful not to catch a cold... It's very late, go to bed soon, or else you won't be in good spirits tomorrow."
Having said that, she kindly covered Nathaniel with a quilt.
