An Yang pinned Ji Weiwei to the bed and tossed her around for a while longer before getting out of bed, while the outwardly tough yet inwardly soft Ji Weiwei simply let him toss her about, knowing anyway that resisting was futile.
Soon slipping into a t-shirt and still wearing oversized shorts, An Yang said, "There's no one at home, the old couple must have gone out to buy groceries, hurry up and get up, it's getting late now, they'll be back in a while."
Ji Weiwei glared at him, pulling the soft and fluffy quilt up to the root of her neck to cover her entire body, and said, "Then why aren't you getting out, I'm going to get dressed!"
An Yang said with a stunned expression, "Go ahead and get dressed, I've seen it all, I've touched it all, what are you still acting all shy for!"
Ji Weiwei glared at him fiercely again, knowing she couldn't do anything about his shamelessness and too lazy to bother with him, she directly shrunk her head and dived into the quilt, shifting directions while huddled underneath, and suddenly poked her head out from the foot of the bed.
An Yang watched from outside, finding it amusing: "What are you up to?"
Ji Weiwei ignored him, merely reaching out a slender, snow-white arm and stretching it forward with effort, while her other hand covered her snow-white chest with the quilt, finally managing to painstakingly reach the bra that had fallen to the floor, grabbing the strap and pulling it back into her hand before suddenly retracting her arm.
An Yang couldn't help laughing, finding it truly interesting.
Then Ji Weiwei sat up inside the quilt—one could guess from the bulging shape of the quilt that she should be sitting inside it.