Gulp, his throat tightened, and he felt a bit of heat in his body.
Damn this woman, is she deliberately teasing him?
Why sling her hair for no reason, flaunting like that.
He shifted his gaze and decided not to look at her anymore.
Standing at the fork in the road, Mark Reed asked irritably, "Where does he live?"
Valentine Teller had been to Mr. Song's dorm with a few classmates before to get the attendance list and vaguely remembered, she pointed in the direction of the single dormitory, "Over there."
"Hmm!" Mark gave Valentine a glance, feeling even more uncomfortable.
Mark tossed Oliver Sladder onto the bed, exhausted and sweating profusely.
Looking at Oliver who was already dead asleep, he felt an unquenchable anger.
Really want to punch this damn guy awake, see if he dares to sleep or not, it's exhausting!
Mark turned to see Valentine standing by the bedside, staring at the person on the bed with a seemingly distressed look.
