The light in his eyes suddenly dimmed. He didn't speak for a long time.
I felt tormented inside. I wanted to explain more, but nothing seemed right. I could only anxiously rub the sheet in my hand.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine. Next time you can't finish your homework, don't come to me."
I was on the verge of tears. I rushed over and hugged his leg.
"No way. Let's keep things separate... I'll treat you to a meal. Please forgive me!"
I wasn't doing this just for the homework.
He had said before that he didn't care how I messed around in college.
As long as I didn't get in his way, he wouldn't tell my parents about my mischief.
But if I showed up before him and annoyed him, he would mercilessly reveal my true colors to my parents.
He would show my parents how their sweet girl was causing trouble at school.
For my future happiness, I had to treat him to a meal to avoid a crisis.
"Treat me to a meal?" He raised his eyebrows, scoffing. "Do you think this can be solved with just one meal?"
Seeing him relent a little, I immediately moved from his leg to his arm and pulled him down with force.
When he sat on the bed, I eagerly massaged his shoulders and back.