Oliver Sladder's caring gaze fell on Valentine Teller, making her feel warm all over: "Mm-hmm, thanks for your concern. I wasn't planning to go out. I've borrowed a few books these days, so I need to finish them."
"That's good then, I'm leaving, goodbye."
Oliver Sladder waved his hand and decisively walked away. He dared not linger, fearing he might lose control and do something inappropriate.
"Goodbye, Mr. Sladder."
Back in the dormitory, Valentine Teller threw herself onto the bed, feeling her mind was a mess.
Mark Reed's figure looped around in her mind, disturbing her peace. Don't think, don't think.
She pulled the blanket over her head, forcing herself to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
The moment she closed her eyes, it seemed like a pair of warm lips pressed down, making her scream and cover her mouth.
Half-asleep and half-awake, she didn't know when she finally fell asleep.
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