"Who is it? It's so late."
"Could it be that you saw your sweetheart, Little Jiu, and now you can't sleep?"
"Can't you girls show a little restraint?"
Zijing's voice carried a hint of laziness as she teased them.
She assumed one of those little brats had come to share her excitement over seeing Little Jiu, wanting to discuss some scandalous topics that girls could only talk about in private.
She opened the door and even threw the visitor a flirtatious look.
But in the next instant, her eyes widened. The person outside was actually Little Jiu, and her tone had sounded so frivolous.
Zijing wanted to die. She immediately slammed the door shut.
"Y-you... what are you doing here?"
She was utterly mortified. It was all those damn girls' fault, always making such excessive jokes that they had led her astray too.
Now she had exposed that side of herself in front of Little Jiu. It was simply too embarrassing.
"I counted on my fingers and figured out that you missed me, so I came to deliver myself to your door."
Little Jiu's tone was exceptionally flirtatious, instantly making Zijing's heart race. She was so nervous that even her voice trembled.
"You should go. It wouldn't be good if someone saw you."
Zijing did not dare let Little Jiu in. Who knew what might happen? Right now, she felt like her resistance to him was practically nonexistent.
"You really want me to leave? Can you bear to let me go?" Little Jiu flirted with her from the other side of the door.
"Go, hurry up and go!" Zijing was terrified—terrified that if this went on any longer, she would let him in.
"All right, then. I originally wanted to say goodbye to you, but since you don't even want