Lying on the couch, Zhao Bai noticed Theresa staring at him.
"Is there something on my face?"
Theresa shook her head.
"Then did I take your spot?"
Zhao Bai shifted to the side and patted the couch, signaling that Theresa could sit beside him.
Theresa didn't dare come over.
She was such a coward, acting so timid and hesitant that Zhao Bai almost laughed in exasperation.
Theresa didn't dare let her guard down.
She had witnessed Zhao Bai's appearance with her own eyes last night. Mad Dragon had cast off every restraint, his majesty filling the air above the entire academy road. From beginning to end, he had wielded his blades like a dragon finally baring its fangs.
Zhao Bai now looked like a little white rabbit deprived of sleep.
But she wouldn't fall for it!
Mad Dragon was Mad Dragon. He would never turn into a little white rabbit.
Zhao Bai stood up. Theresa instinctively assumed a defensive stance, but Zhao Bai reached out and grabbed her, instantly shattering her defense.
"Ugh..."
She was tossed onto the couch, its soft springy cushions pressing against Theresa's little butt.
"Come to think of it, I haven't made today's bitter melon juice yet."
As Zhao Bai spoke, he headed toward the kitchen.
Before long, a buzzing sound came from the kitchen, then quickly died down. Zhao Bai emerged carrying a glass of bitter melon juice.
A glass cup, a green straw.
A pale yellow little umbrella was stuck in the bitter melon juice.
"Drink up."
Zhao Bai said.
Theresa shuddered and awkwardly accepted the glass.
At this moment, even the delicious bitter melon juice had become utterly tasteless.
P.S.: The timid principal had been scared into PTSD. How pitiful.
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