Huang Tianxuan smiled brightly, "If I were Chen Aohong, you'd have been dead eight times over by now."
The media room was dim, but their movements were still visible. The intimate whispers between the two inevitably drew the attention of others. Zhao Qingge cleared her throat, making Li Peifeng abandon his sneaky intention to misbehave. After some thought, he simply left the media room, went back to his room to pack, and prepared to move into the master bedroom.
He still had to agree to Old Zhao's request to share the room. He's about to graduate and the wedding is approaching—failing to fulfill such a small request would be excessive, even by Li Peifeng's standards. Besides, he only slept once every five or six days, so occasionally sharing a bed with Old Zhao wouldn't interfere with much.
...
"Why did you just glance and leave?"
