308: A High School Student

A High School Student

When Mo Zhu heard this, she smiled calmly and replied, "No, I'm studying at Jingyang High School now."1

Once she said this, the other party was so shocked that he stammered and did not know what to say.

After a while, the man came back to his senses and continued asking, "What year are you in now?"

Mo Zhu raised her eyebrows and said lightly, "I'm in Year Three."

The other party was silent for a few seconds before nodding and replying in an extremely respectful tone, "Alright, Ms. Mo. I'll contact you tomorrow morning."

After saying this, the man hung up the phone neatly.

Even when he looked at the screen that showed the end of the call on his phone, he had not really recovered from the shock that Mo Zhu was still a high school student.

He remembered that when he was out on a mission last time, he was fortunate enough to meet this Ms. Mo. He only remembered that the girl was wearing a thin coat and a huge cap. Her figure was slender, but she exuded a cold aura from head to toe.

Although he did not pay too much attention to Mo Zhu's personal information or take the initiative to ask about the girl's age and life experience, he really did not expect her to be just a high school student. This overturned his limited understanding of Mo Zhu in the past.

After the call, Mo Zhu read her medical books in boredom. When she felt sleepy, she raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, preparing to shower and sleep.

Thus, when Huo Xuan knocked and entered, he happened to see a picture of an alluring beauty coming out of the shower. The door of the washroom was slightly open, and a hint of mist seeped out from inside. Mo Zhu only had a towel wrapped around her as she stood in front of the mirror, fiddling with the hairdryer and casually blowing at her dripping hair.

Droplets of water landed on the girl's shoulder and slid along her smooth skin, onto the towel that was wrapped around her.

Upon seeing this scene, Huo Xuan's eyes darkened. He swallowed mechanically as if he couldn't control himself. At this moment, a surge of fire welled up from nowhere, burning his tongue until it was dry. It was as if something had quietly scratched his throat, and it instantly felt a little itchy.

Huo Xuan moved his gaze away from Mo Zhu and quickly walked to the table. He picked up the glass on the table and impatiently took two large mouthfuls of water.

At this moment, Mo Zhu also noticed that he had entered the house. She took off the plug of the hairdryer and closed the door of the washroom. She handed the thing in her hand to the man gently and said, "Help me blow dry my hair."

After saying this, Mo Zhu took the initiative to sit down by the bed, revealing her entire back to Huo Xuan.

Huo Xuan lowered his eyes to look at the girl's fair skin and threw all those messy thoughts out of his mind. He pretended to be calm as he sat beside Mo Zhu and turned on the hairdryer to blow dry her hair seriously.

After a while, as if she felt that her hair was almost dry, Mo Zhu raised her hand and pulled out the plug of the hairdryer. She turned to look at Huo Xuan and said, "I'm sleepy. I'll sleep first. Hurry up and take a shower."

Ever since Old Guo left after diagnosing Mo Zhu's constitution the last time, Huo Xuan stayed in Mo Zhu's room almost every night. Even if he was busy until very late, he would sneak into the girl's room and use his body as a heater for Mo Zhu.

Recently, with Huo Xuan around, Mo Zhu's sleep quality had obviously improved a lot, so she wasn't that against sleeping on the same bed as a man.

They had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Mo Zhu held her phone and quietly waited for the person who called her yesterday to contact her.

Unexpectedly, she had received the location of a hotel that Lu Zheng had sent her instead.

Seeing that the location was not far from Jingyang High School, Mo Zhu replied and set the time for the treatment to be in the afternoon after school.

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