"But since you chose that answer, and I promised to respond honestly..."
Zhu Qingyue sighed softly, suddenly straightened up, and moved her legs off his body.
Xu Xiangyang could only hear the rustling sounds coming from beside his ear, while the bed beneath him gave a slight sense of descent.
He realized that Class President had laid down and was sleeping beside him, side by side.
...Ah, just like that? You tie me up and then do nothing?
At least untie me!
Xu Xiangyang didn't know whether to be angry or relieved.
"I really did try wrist-slitting," the girl's voice came from beside his ear, "but that was a long time ago... By the way, Xiangyang, I haven't talked to you about my family, have I?"
"No. The last time I visited your house, I only stayed at the door for a while."
That said, Xu Xiangyang could actually vaguely sense that "Class President's family background must be quite complicated", but he never asked.
