The next morning, as the sky was just beginning to turn a fish belly white, Ling Mo got up.
He grabbed the backpack he carried with him, and then quietly walked out the door with Ye Lian and the other two girls.
Most people were probably still in deep sleep after last night's indulgence.
When passing by a room, Ling Mo quietly opened the door and went inside.
In the corner of the room, Ouyang Lian was curled up in the quilt, sleeping sweetly, her mouth slightly open, breathing evenly and lengthily.
Her little hand reached out from under the quilt, her delicate fingers slightly bent, irresistibly tempting someone to pinch them.
Ling Mo quietly stood by the bed for a while, then bent down and kissed her on the cheek: "Grow up fast."
After speaking softly, Ling Mo carefully tucked her in and slowly walked out.
However, just as Ling Mo closed the door, Ouyang Lian suddenly opened her eyes.
She raised her hand to touch her cheek, and then her eyes began to turn red.
