Hong Jiaxin had long known that Luo Yang and Wuweizi were friendly on the surface but secretly competed fiercely.
Listening to their sarcastic exchange today, Hong Jiaxin couldn't help but smile softly.
Luo Yang noticed Hong Jiaxin's innocent smile and, with the advantage of having someone nearby, attempted to steal a kiss from her slightly moist red lips.
Unexpectedly, just as he leaned in, he saw her eyes turn cold.
He knew full well that if he forcibly kissed her, the consequences would be unpredictable.
Luo Yang could only give a cheeky smile, pat Hong Jiaxin's fragrant shoulder, and slyly say, "Class leader, if you're sleepy, just lean on me and nap for a while."
Hong Jiaxin was both amused and exasperated, rolled her eyes at Luo Yang but didn't respond.
Watching this handsome man and beautiful woman flirting, Wuweizi felt quite embarrassed.
After all, they were already in the secret chamber, a small space filled with a thick atmosphere of romance.
