Don’t just think about buying someone home!

The sky gradually darkened.

A dusky golden afterglow draped across the campus.

The paths were filled with students returning to their dormitories.

Wang Ning, being on duty, stayed behind in the classroom to clean.

While wiping the blackboard, she glanced at the blue-haired girl holding a broom—hair tied up in a tiny puff, body standing completely still.

Perfect.

She really did fall asleep standing up, huh!

As the most considerate deskmate, Wang Ning naturally had the obligation to take care of her partner.

She walked over to Glasseanne.

The girl’s eyes were gently closed, and the orange-yellow light outlined her eyelashes in a soft golden sheen.

Even her usually pale lips took on some warmth.

That face, which always wore an air of indifference, seemed—within this quiet moment—cleansed of its habitual haze.

Like a ghost drifting through twilight fog that had suddenly taken solid shape, granted form.

The sight was strangely breathtaking.

Wang Ning, standing in front of her, lifted her head slightly.

That image was mirrored in her blue pupils.

Then, she reached out—

And precisely pinched the blue-haired “ghost’s” cheeks.

Followed by—

A hard tug in both directions.

“Wake up, deskmate! Get up and help with the cleaning!”

Wang Ning spoke with the deadpan tone of a boss ordering her employee.

The person in front of her didn’t react at all.

She maintained the exact same posture, eyes still closed.

Wang Ning kneaded her cheeks with force.

She even tried prying open her eyelids.

Finally, she shook Glasseanne’s body back and forth in a frenzy.

“Get up already, you jerk! Finish cleaning and then you can sleep again! I’m getting sleepy too!”

“If you don’t wake up now, you can forget about ever hogging my desk for naps again!”

The person in front of her stirred.

Sleepy eyes half-opened.

In the next second, Wang Ning suddenly felt her vision rise.

Her feet left the floor.

Terrified, she instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around Glasseanne’s shoulders.

What—what’s happening?!

She realized she had been lifted onto a desk.

Stabilizing herself into a sitting position, Wang Ning looked at the person in front of her.

Then met a pair of cool, indifferent eyes.

It was as if she had accidentally awakened some snowfield beast.

A subtle sense of danger immediately washed over her.

Wang Ning tried to struggle and jump down.

But Glasseanne easily suppressed her, twisting both of her arms behind her back and forcing her to raise her chin—exposing her vulnerable neck.

“Calm down! Calm down, deskmate! Impulsiveness is the devil!”

“I swear I’ll never wake you again! My desk is always open for you! But can you please let me go—!”

Wang Ning’s survival instincts broke the sound barrier.

She was terrified Glasseanne would throw a punch regardless of friend or foe.

“Mm!”

Her mouth was suddenly invaded.

Her tongue was pressed down.

Speech silenced.

“Too noisy.”

The voice was soft, breathy.

Wang Ning’s eyes widened.

She couldn’t speak.

The side of her neck touched something warm and fuzzy.

Scorching breath brushed against her skin, sending chills down her spine.

Glasseanne had buried her head into Wang Ning’s collarbone.

One arm loosely wrapped around her.

The other pressed against her lips.

Just like that, she used Wang Ning as a human pillow.

Breathing quietly.

Even if Glasseanne wasn’t consciously aware of what her body was doing.

She was simply sleepy.

But then awakened by some annoying noise.

Originally, she just wanted to eliminate the source of that sound.

But the familiarity made her open her eyes.

For some reason—or perhaps she hadn’t truly woken up—her body’s constant pain still gnawed at her nerves, forcing her brain into a protective mode.

That damned drowsiness brought back the thought of self-destruction again.

Yet instead of lashing out, she clung to the chattering little creature in front of her.

The little creature was frightened into stillness and stopped struggling.

It smelled nicer than any pillow she owned.

Softer too.

A faint and blurry thought floated up in Glasseanne’s mind—

‘Can I buy this “pillow” and take it home?’