Li Chengyun gave a light smile, reached out, and pinched Yu Jingrong's nose, his voice tender and doting, "Have you ever seen someone who hasn't slept all night looking as spirited as me?"
Yu Jingrong blinked. That was hard to say—she had personally experienced Li Chengyun's abundant energy many times! Alright, forgive her for accidentally having impure thoughts again!
With her cheeks slightly red, Yu Jingrong quickly turned her face away, intentionally changing the subject, "What time is it?"
"It's still early, not even seven o'clock!"
Watching Yu Jingrong try to cover up her embarrassment, Li Chengyun didn't tease her as he usually would. Instead, he leaned in closer and gently kissed her forehead. The bandage on her forehead had been removed, leaving only a small piece of gauze taped at the temple.
Dean Si Tu had already promised that there would be no scars on her forehead, which put Li Chengyun at ease.
