Qiao Chengxun casually spoke up, "How about I buy you a house nearby? It'll be convenient for your classes, and you wouldn't have to stay in the dormitory."
Wen Meimei looked at the man's perfect face as if she were looking at an idiot. Could it be that King of Hell Qiao was sick again?
With that thought, the girl's small hand swiftly reached out to touch the man's warm forehead. "You're not sick again, are you?"
In response, Qiao Chengxun suddenly bent down to kiss her.
It was just a peck, like a dragonfly touching the water, before he released her cherry lips.
"The doctor says that kissing helps to relieve a tempestuous mood."
"..."
Why didn't she believe such nonsense?
But the suggestion was actually quite nice.
For some reason, Wen Meimei felt inexplicably cheerful and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, offering her own "cure."
...
Under a tree not too far away, Bu Qingqing annoyingly tapped her phone.