Little 11 didn't drink much and stayed quite sober, watching Lilac Serval with concern.
At this moment, Lilac Serval was no longer drinking, lazily leaning on the sofa in a half-dazed, half-charming posture.
The cigarette between her fingers rose with white smoke, shrouding half of her face in mist.
"Little 11, you have classes tomorrow, right? Go home early and get some sleep, don't be late."
"It's okay, I can get up, Sister Lilac. I'll stay with you. Tomorrow, I want to ask for leave to see you off to the airport..."
"No need, I'm not a child to get lost at the airport. No skipping classes, no cutting classes, study well, you hear?"
"I heard, but I still want to see you off to the airport. Please agree, I really want to..." Little 11's eyes were full of expectation, looking at Lilac Serval intently.
In his eyes, Lilac Serval always looked beautiful.
However, he didn't really like her smoking.
