C222 Confession of Consort

The next day, when Nangong Jue went to the morning assembly, Mo Yunfei still slept soundly in his bed.

I can't do it. Last night, I was almost crippled by Nangong Jue. A sweet embarrassment, of course.

Mo Yunfei hugged the quilt and smacked his lips. Then, he wanted to turn around and continue sleeping. Hearing a series of knocks on the door, Mo Yunfei's delicate eyebrows knitted together