After getting back to the dorm, Bai Qian and her little followers weren't there.
Wen Meimei first tidied up her luggage and placed it in her exclusive wardrobe, then she even cleaned the dorm, and by the time she was finished, it was already eight o'clock.
The class meeting was scheduled for 8:30, so Wen Meimei took a moment to rest in her chair.
She took out her phone, logged onto Weibo, and refreshed her feed.
Just ten minutes earlier, King of Hell had posted a beautiful photo—the one of them kissing. Only their profiles were captured, both her eyes and his were closed.
Both were lost in each other's world as if time had stood still at that moment.
Wen Meimei's heart seemed to skip a beat, and her face flushed with heat.
Death… It was just a peck, but why does it look like something straight out of an idol drama? There was no dirty vibe, only a pink romantic mood.
The picture came with a caption: "She tastes good."
Tastes good, my ass!