One Thing

Ji Weiwei gripped her phone and read the message, gnashing her teeth in fury on the bed. She felt as if her whole body were about to start smoking, her small universe about to explode, and flames could shoot from her eyes at any moment!

She abruptly threw off the covers and stood on the bed.

"Damn it!"

It was probably around ten in the morning, exactly the time when it was too late for breakfast but too early for lunch.

Ji Weiwei was still wearing no long pants. Her two shapely, straight legs were like perfect works carved from creamy white jade, and her delicate, flawless feet sank into the soft bed. Her hair fell in disarray over her shoulders, back, and chest, with a few strands hanging loosely in front of her face and half-concealing her pretty oval features, giving her a hint of allure.

If anyone had seen this scene, they definitely would have started bleeding from the nose!

But aside from the ornaments in the bedroom and the lazy shafts of sunlight coming through the window, no one witnessed it.

Even An Yang last night had not looked closely.

Ji Weiwei pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, then swished the curtains shut. Only then did she put on a thin undergarment and take a red cotton sweatshirt printed with white letters from the wardrobe.

She pulled open the curtains and opened the window, then stood on the windowsill again and tested the temperature with her hand. It was not cold!

She climbed down from the windowsill, looked at her particularly energetic outfit in the mirror, and tousled her stray hair a few times, making it even messier.

She headed toward the bathroom.

When she came back out, she had finished washing up. Her hair