C82 West Hall Martial School's Strength
"What a golden opportunity..." Xiao Dingbang murmured under his breath, already catching the faint, elegant scent of his Senior Sister Mi. With his eyes closed, he feigned sleep while silently chanting, "Sit down, sit down, sit down!"
"Hey." Mi Xiaocu tapped Xiao Dingbang on the shoulder.
"Mmm, as soft as silk, as melodic as a lark," Xiao Dingbang blissfully inhaled