"Demon!"
Ye Qing Luo harrumphed coldly, as she patted the hand on her waist.
Di Mo Xuan laughed out loudly, his chest, plastered tightly against her back.
Ye Qing Luo felt the vibrations from the man's chest due to the laughter.
"Still laugh!" Ye Qing Luo bit her lips and she elbowed him.
She had barely moved when Di Mo Xuan already stretched out his hand and grabbed hold of her slender wrist.
Ye Qing Luo struggled but wasn't able to cast his grasp aside so she could only resignedly allowed him to grapple her, "Why did you come here?"
The frequency of Di Mo Xuan visiting the academy had been a little too frequent. He had been very hardworking in this aspect.
Could it be that the palace doesn't required him to handle its daily affairs?