Ding Shanshan anxiously tried to persuade Zhong Tingyue. "Tingyue, it's already ten-thirty. It's too late, let's go back."
"Yeah, Tingyue, it's really late," Xu Tingrou chimed in, equally worried. "The dorms are about to close."
Both roommates were concerned for Zhong Tingyue and urged her to return for the night.
Li Yuan was also bewildered, completely unable to fathom what was happening. This plot isn't unfolding right. Could Zhong Tingyue, the aloof Goddess from my past life, have fallen for me over a story I just made up?
Seeing Li Yuan's silence, Zhong Tingyue's tone was tinged with disappointment. "If you're unwilling, Senior, then forget it."
Since she'd put it that way, how could Li Yuan refuse? He had no choice but to brace himself and agree.
"If you're not afraid, I'll walk with you around campus for a bit."
