Hao Jian glanced once more at Lin Qingxue, who still had her eyes closed, a smile playing on his lips. He was captivated by her quiet yet alluring demeanor, and for a moment, he was entranced.
"Alright, I'm going to head out too. It's late, and I need to get some sleep. I'll come by tomorrow morning to take you to school."
Coming back to his senses, Hao Jian let out a bitter laugh, realizing his self-restraint wasn't quite enough. He glanced up at the still colorful view outside the window, shook his head, and prepared to leave the room.
Though leaving Lin Qingxue to sleep alone here made Hao Jian a bit worried, he couldn't just stay in this room, right?
After all, it was just the two of them now, and matters between men and women, sparks flying—it's hard to control what might happen. Hao Jian knew very well he wasn't a saint.
"Seeing you like this, I'd better book another room. That way, I can stay nearby to protect you."
