Just as the two were whispering sweet nothings, Aunt Thirteen had something to say.
Having met face to face, Aunt Thirteen felt it was time to end it.
"Jiaxin, you go back to your room first," Aunt Thirteen urged.
Luo yang rolled his eyes at Aunt Thirteen.
He still had a lot to say.
First, he needed to ask Hong Jiaxin if she was willing to stay at Eight Immortals Hall.
Secondly, he had to tell her the true nature of Wang Weiye.
Lastly, he wanted to say goodbye to her.
This might be a final farewell, if he didn't say it now, there would be no chance in the future.
Hong Jiaxin turned to leave, but Luo yang suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, saying, "Class Monitor, I still have a few things to say."
Hong Jiaxin's face blushed all the way to her neck, an indescribable beauty.
She lightly bit her red lip and urged, "Hurry up and say it!"
In front of so many people, she worried Luo yang might say something like "I love you."
So she quickly added another line.
