Early in the morning, Wang Yi leaned against the bed and glanced at the indescribable sight beside him, pondering that it would be a waste not to do some cupping.
Without the physique of a Great Knight, Wang Yi really would not have dared to agree so casually to this little vixen.
She was far too good at deceiving people.
But with absolute strength, he had more than enough to handle all sorts of little schemes.
By the end of the night, she had still taken the initiative to beg for mercy and gotten on her knees to solve a large-number math problem.
After yawning, Wang Yi changed into his clothes and got up to leave.
Only after Wang Yi left did Qian Yayan open her eyes. Damn it!
What exactly had this bastard been practicing outside? She had nearly died...
Sitting up while hugging the blanket, Qian Yayan looked toward where Wang Yi had left and could not help sighing. She had failed again.
Why was this guy's heart so cold? Though she had to admit he was incredibly attractive when he focused on something, he could at least look at her a couple more times.
Damn it!
Just as Qian Yayan was wallowing in self-pity, the door creaked open again. Wang Yi came in biting into a fried dough stick, carrying a cup of soy milk and a bag of soup dumplings, which he placed on the table. Glancing at Qian Yayan, who had gotten up, he chewed as he casually mumbled,
"Did this place change Bosses? Why does it feel like it doesn't taste as good as before?"
Qian Yayan stared blankly at the breakfast Wang Yi had put on the table, completely dazed.
It was not until Wang Yi pressed the warm cup of soy milk