"Something happened to Uncle?" She naturally addressed He Niancheng's father as 'uncle.'
He Niancheng's countenance abruptly darkened. "Nothing. He has himself to blame for that."
"…"
It seems like the Chief Instructor wasn't so pleased about this matter.
Gu Qingjiu took a sip of the fruit juice and sensed a warm sensation from her throat to her stomach. She continued asking, "Then will you be returning to school, Chief Instructor?"
"No."
He Niancheng suddenly edged closer to Gu Qingjiu's ear, his thin lips grazing her ear. "I realized it's more convenient this way. At least from now onwards, I don't have that many qualms."
Gu Qingjiu felt numb from his alluring voice. She subconsciously shrunk her neck.
He Niancheng had already pinned his body upon her and bit Gu Qingjiu's ear lobe.
"I'm holding juice in my hands!"