52 Arms Around Her Waist

"Have you finished packing? You're about to be late!" The morning of the next day, Mo Han was standing beside his car in a navy suit, looking at his watch as he urged Xia Qingyi, who was dawdling and packing her things inside.

"Alright, alright, I'll be right out!" Xia Qingyi held something in her hand as she rummaged through the items on the sofa with the other, looking for a book that she had left here.

"Brother, have you seen my book?" Xia Qingyi could not find it anywhere.

"I left it on the table for you yesterday, didn't you see it?"

Xia Qingyi dashed to the table, snatched the book and rushed towards the door. She changed into her shoes unsteadily, grabbed her bag and locked the door before she ran towards Mo Han.

"You wouldn't be this flustered if you woke up earlier," Mo Han said as he leaned against the car window.