Gu Lan held her lower abdomen, slowly following behind Xie Yun, walking past the corridor outside Maoqin Hall, then turned a corner as Xie Yun entered a room.
She didn't hesitate and followed him in directly.
This room seemed to be the teacher's office, with a few potted plants on the windowsill, piles of scrolls on the desk, and Gu Lan even noticed a few pages of test papers from a few days ago issued by Qin Zhenghu.
She was already prepared to face Xie Yun's stormy wrath.
"Sit."
Xie Yun raised his hand and gestured.
Gu Lan sat down without understanding why, then froze for a moment. The wooden chair was padded with a thick cushion, providing warmth and comfort as she sat down.
"Advisor Xie, I shouldn't have fallen asleep during class—"
She hadn't finished speaking when she saw Xie Yun take out a soft pillow from behind and place it on the table, gently patting it with his palm, his voice calm and composed: "Sleep."
Gu Lan:...
She furrowed her brows in confusion.
