He is Ou Jue, just the mere mention of his name is enough to make everyone look up in awe.
Who can control him?
Who dares to control him?!
This privilege is reserved only for the idiot in his arms.
Awooo.
Xiyan's heart felt like popcorn bursting with happiness, sweet and delightful.
Ou Jue promised me he'd quit smoking~
Why do I feel this inexplicable sense of accomplishment?
——
The Demon King left his own room and insisted on shamelessly clinging to Xiyan in the guest room, sleeping together the whole night.
The next morning.
On days when there's no school, you can sleep until you naturally wake up.
When Xiyan woke up, it was already past eight.
Ou Jue was already dressed in a suit, his signature black suit was pressed neatly, accentuating his straight and upright frame.
While adjusting his tie, he walked over, "Xia Xiyan, get up."
"Mmm, don't want to—" Xiyan rolled over.
