That evening, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong returned to their dormitory. Wang Dong looked dejected. She had originally wanted to thoroughly interrogate Huo Yuhao tonight, but then she remembered what he had said to Jiang Nannan.
Xuan Water Pill, betrothal gift—
Tang Ya had one, but I don't!
Wang Dong sniffled, shot Huo Yuhao a fierce glare, then jumped onto her bed, wrapped herself in the blanket, and prepared to sleep.
A smile lingered at Huo Yuhao's lips. Only after Wang Dong angrily buried herself beneath the covers did he gently say, "I still have another Xuan Water Pill. Do you want it?"
With her back to Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong pretended not to hear him. Hmph, she did not want something left over after he had given one to someone else.
Yet, the two ears poking out from beneath the blanket twitched and quietly perked up.
She still wanted to hear whether this bad guy would continue coaxing her. No matter how much he coaxed her, she would not forgive him today.
Huo Yuhao smiled soundlessly and softly said, "Dong'er, do you want your betrothal gift?"
Blushing, Wang Dong threw off the blanket and sat up. Her large eyes glared at Huo Yuhao as she huffed, "What betrothal gift? I don't want it!"
Huo Yuhao let out a regretful sigh.
Wang Dong hopped off the bed and came before Huo Yuhao, extending her left hand.
"Hand it over!"
"What?" Huo Yuhao wore a puzzled expression.
Wang Dong's face reddened, but she kept her face cold.
"Didn't you say you were giving me a Xuan Water Pill? Hand it over!"
"Do you mean this?" Huo Yuhao shook the Xuan Water Pill in his hand, then put it away in his Storage Soul Tool. With a soft laugh, he said, "When