Qiao Mo didn't know how she got back to her bed; she just kept thinking about what he had said, her little face always flushed.
The things in the suitcase were absurdly orderly, to the point of being described as obsessive.
She had a lot of stuff, so even after tidying up, it was usually quite messy.
But thinking back now, the suitcase was extraordinarily neat this time, and even organized by color.
Somehow, Qiao Mo thought of his wardrobe.
After a long bout of wild thoughts, combined with the school's uncomfortable bed, Qiao Mo only gradually fell asleep after two o'clock in the morning.
Fortunately, Yu Xiaoqin hadn't returned, which made her feel a bit more comfortable.
Otherwise, living in the same dormitory yet being at each other's throats is truly not a good thing.
Early the next morning, just as Qiao Mo arrived in front of the classroom, she bumped into Shen Tingting, who was with Yu Xiaoqin.
