บท 401: 401, Improper thoughts

As the golden sunlight spread across the land, the rays gradually slanted with the passage of time, passing through layers of curtains, and finally fell on one corner of the bed.

On the violet carved lavish bed, Mo Weiyi's exquisitely arched eyebrows wrinkled and his closed catlike eyes slowly opened.

There was a moment of blankness in his mind.

His consciousness slowly returned.

Recently, both he and Xiaobai were busy with work and studies. They didn't have much time together. He wasn't sure why they were unusually passionate yesterday...

Mo Weiyi wanted to rise, but he felt sore all over. After rolling around in the blanket for a while, he finally manage to get up with difficulty.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai?"

Mo Weiyi ruffled his hair and turned to look at the bedside table.

Upon seeing the time shown on the alarm clock, he nearly lost it.

Half past nine?

He urgently threw off the blanket.

This is bad, he had English class at nine in the morning.