That night passed quickly, with Hao Jian still sleeping on the sofa in the living room, while Liang Xiaohan's bedroom door remained shut, leaving Hao Jian alone to sleep quietly in the living room.
As the sky began to brighten, Hao Jian woke from his sleep, stretching comfortably before sitting up from the sofa. Anticipating that Liang Xiaohan would definitely wake him up early, he made sure to get up early.
After getting up, he washed up and lay on the sofa waiting for Liang Xiaohan to make breakfast so he could eat. To be honest, he really liked the breakfast she made; it tasted like ho, and after eating it once, he was hooked. He never thought that Liang Xiaohan, who appeared so worldly, actually had a docile and dostic side as well.
Though he didn't dare reveal this thought to Liang Xiaohan at all. If he did, wouldn't it be equivalent to asking for trouble?
However, after washing up and lying on the sofa for a while, Liang Xiaohan was still nowhere to be seen, which surprised him. Could it be he woke up too early? Thinking he still had so ti, he took out his phone to check the ti: it was already seven-thirty. That didn't make sense; morning classes started at eight, and it was already late. Why hadn't she gotten up yet? Was she planning to skip class?
With that thought, Hao Jian's expression turned into one of disappointnt. This girl, really, thinking of sleeping in and skipping the morning class. It's said that the morning is the best ti for the day's plan. If you don't use the morning well, the day is practically wasted. For a student, attending the morning class is essential; the morning is the best ti for mory. If you don't go to school to study or morize things at this ti, isn't that neglecting your duty as a student?
In just a mont, nurous thoughts flashed through his mind. He quickly jumped up from the sofa; he couldn't let the future flowers of the nation waste ti on aningless sleep. He had to make good use of the ti, no wasting.
He imdiately acted on his thought and walked toward Liang Xiaohan's bedroom. He opened the door with a puzzled expression; he assud she would lock the door while sleeping, but she hadn't even locked it. It seed Liang Xiaohan truly trusted him without any reservations.
After all, when a man and a woman are together alone, especially during their youthful pri, it's not impossible for sothing inappropriate to occur spontaneously. Yet, Liang Xiaohan had no guard against him, which made Hao Jian quite happy. It seed he wasn't so bad in her eyes.
But he didn't have the ti to think too much now; he only wanted to save the future flower of the nation. After opening the door, he rushed inside. Seeing Liang Xiaohan still asleep on the bed, he walked over and turned on the speaker on her nightstand, linking it to his phone.
Suddenly, he played a rather spirited song. Instantly, the previously silent room, filled with the atmosphere of sleep, burst into life as if it were a rock concert. Liang Xiaohan, asleep in her dreams, abruptly sat up in shock due to the explosive sound.
With sleepy eyes and a confused expression, she saw Hao Jian standing there with his phone, playing music on the speaker. She imdiately understood what had interrupted her sleep and beca even more annoyed since waking up put her in a bad mood.
She imdiately grabbed a pillow and threw it at Hao Jian, angrily shouting, "Damn it, get out!"
Hao Jian caught the pillow and said, "You're still asleep? Get up and make
breakfast!"
Anger flared on Liang Xiaohan's face. She initially thought Hao Jian woke her for so serious reason, only to find it was about breakfast. Her anger flared, worsened by her bad mood. She yanked the speaker's power plug out, glaring at Hao Jian with fury, and shouted, "Damn it, get out! You want breakfast? Go eat shit!"
Hao Jian looked displeased too, saying, "How could you say that? You are the future flower of the nation, subject to its teachings. You should be a positive, just, civil, and polite child. How can you use such uncivilized words?"
Liang Xiaohan ignored Hao Jian, realizing bringing him ho last night was a mistake—he disrupted her sweet dreams, otherwise, she'd still be asleep.
Seeing Liang Xiaohan turn back to sleep, Hao Jian shook his head, expressing his discontent with modern youth. Morning is the best ti for study, so why waste it lying in bed?
Yet he couldn't just let Liang Xiaohan, the future flower of the nation, waste ti, so he asked, "It's already seven forty, still not getting up? Are you planning to skip the morning class too?"
Hao Jian spoke with the tone of a senior addressing a junior. But after he spoke, Liang Xiaohan suddenly kicked towards him.
Caught off guard, the kick landed on his shoulder. If he hadn't reacted quickly to dodge, it could have hit his face. Instantly, his expression turned displeased.
Yet Liang Xiaohan emitted unprecedented anger, shouting, "What the hell is wrong with you! Today is Saturday; what class are you blabbering about?!"
Suddenly, Hao Jian's expression changed—what, today was Saturday? Since leaving that place, he had lost track of ti, barely rembering the month's number, forget about the week's day. Hearing Liang Xiaohan say it was Saturday left him bewildered.
What, today was Saturday? If so, students have the weekend off without class, no wonder Liang Xiaohan slept in. He realized his mistake, having disturbed her dream. He stood frozen, unsure of what to say.
At that mont, Liang Xiaohan's foot rested on his shoulder, through which he felt her slow-brewing anger. Imdiately, he followed her leg to see what her expression was.
But when he bent his head to look, following Liang Xiaohan's leg, he froze at what he saw.
He... he, he saw sothing he shouldn't have. As his gaze followed the leg resting on his shoulder, he saw everything. Liang Xiaohan was lying in bed wearing a loose sleep dress, probably used to being alone at ho, having forgotten that Hao Jian was a man. As she lifted her leg, the scenery inside was exposed.
Suddenly, Hao Jian saw sothing unexpected and couldn't control himself, his blood rushing; ever since Shu Ya left, he had been living an erratic life, without any contact with the female sex.
So when he caught the scent of a young girl, he couldn't help himself, instantly having two streaks of blood flow from his nose.
Liang Xiaohan, bleary-eyed, hadn't noticed Hao Jian saw that part of her. But upon seeing his nose bleed, she checked and realized his gaze, then seeing where he was looking, she understood imdiately.
In just a second, her face turned red with embarrassnt; she scread, pulling her dress to cover the exposed area and kicked towards Hao Jian. He was too absorbed in that girlish feeling to notice her move.
When he realized it, her kick was already upon him. Previously, he dodged swiftly, but now he was sluggish and failed to react.
With a thud, the kick landed on his face. His face flushed instantly as he was knocked backward, collapsed to the ground. Initially, the sight had spurred his nosebleed, but this ti it was due to the kick.
Feeling the pain, he found himself on the ground, wiping the blood from his nose and swearing.
Before he could get up, Liang Xiaohan was wrapped in her blanket, pointing at him with trembling rage, saying, "Get out, right now, or believe , I'll ruin you!"
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