Xiaobao was standing downstairs at the girls' dormitory, not going up. Before long, Luo Yingying came down, eyes still sleepy, pouting, "Bro, you always make it hard for me to sleep well. It's easy to get old without good sleep."
"Old? You're naturally beautiful, always young and pretty," Xiaobao laughed.
Luo Yingying tilted her head, leaning on the staircase, looking at Xiaobao, "Bro, lying like this doesn't make your conscience hurt?"
"Um..." Xiaobao rolled his eyes. This girl is really not easy to deal with.
But soon, Luo Yingying spoke up, "It's full here, no rooms left. You can share mine for now."
"What?" Xiaobao looked at Luo Yingying in her pajamas, surprised.
"Hey, bro, I'm not afraid, what are you scared of? Coming or not? If you don't, I'm going back to sleep," Luo Yingying pouted with disdain.
