A faint, tranquil fragrance accompanied the witch as she swept into the living room.
A flicker of amazement crossed everyone's eyes. Only Mr. Andrew, while equally stunned, went deathly pale, clearly recalling the things he had said earlier about the Archwizard.
Unlike the others, Zheng Qing's mind, beyond his amazement, was filled with thoughts of what new trick this young lady was playing. He clearly remembered that Su Shijun had only returned to the mansion that morning. There was no way she had just gotten out of bed.
Could she be trying to hide from the Trident Sword the fact that she had been away from the mansion these past few days?
Or perhaps her disappearance involved deeper, more obscure developments concerning the school, the Under the Moon Council, and other higher-level matters, requiring her to evade the Alliance's oversight to some extent?
Zheng Qing withdrew his gaze, lifted his teacup, and let his mind race as he tried to puzzle out every possibility.
At that moment, a fragrant breeze rushed over him. Then something warm yet cool and damp touched his cheek, forcibly interrupting his rapidly spinning thoughts.
A soft sound came from beside his ear.
Mua!
While everyone was still stunned, Beauty Su bent down and planted a fragrant kiss on Zheng Qing's cheek. Zheng Qing clearly heard four people swallow in the room—including himself.
"Good morning, darling."
A gentle murmur sounded beside his ear, but to Zheng Qing, it was more like a demon's whisper. "Why didn't you wake me when you got up... Are these your guests?"
The young publicly funded student broke into a violent coughing fit, nearly choking on his own saliva.
What getting up!
What wake-up!
Where was he supposed to wake her up?
*Or rather, what did his getting up have to