Ling Xuejiu, out of spite, hadn’t eaten and ended up dozing off after browsing through a heap of books in her room. She had just been awoken by her growling stomach, hungry enough that it kept making noise. She thought about enduring it, but the discomfort was too much, so she rationalized to herself, "Why should I? He’s just a servant, after all. Starving myself because I’m mad at him is just being foolish. Humph!" So, she opened her door and walked out, clad in a very loose white satin nightgown with sleepy eyes.
After descending the stairs, Ling Xuejiu squinted at the light in the living room and couldn’t help but curse, "What a bumpkin, to sleep without turning off the lights. Doesn’t he know that the whole world is advocating for energy conservation and emission reduction!" This wasn’t out of stinginess on her part, but rather because the more refined and noble people are, the more they tend to fuss over things like water and electricity, despite the fact that the money they save in their lifetimes might not be enough to buy a branded handbag!
Hence, it was undoubtedly a good habit.
While muttering to herself, Ling Xuejiu approached the fridge, opened it, grabbed a piece of bread and a bottle of milk, and then headed towards the sofa. Without looking, she plopped down, only to feel something was off the moment she sat down. Turning around, she let out a sharp scream, "Ah!" Spilling more than half the milk in her hand, much of it splashing onto her own face.
Suddenly, with a "click," the door opened, but Ling Xuejiu didn’t hear it. She only used eyes that seemed ready to shoot flames to stare at the man lying on the sofa, hands positioned over his lower body, a look of shock covering his face—Leng Xuan.
Before Ling Xuejiu’s rage could burst forth, another sharp scream was heard, though this time it wasn’t from Ling Xuejiu. It was from a girl not too far away, dressed in cartoon pyjamas, hands covering her eyes, with an impressive figure.
The girl initially covered her eyes reflexively with her hands, then quickly parted her fingers to peek at Ling Xuejiu who had turned around. After that, she released her hands, her gaze darting back and forth across Ling Xuejiu’s face, asking, "Xue Jiu, what’s that white stuff on your face?" While speaking, she glanced unintentionally at Leng Xuan, still lying on the sofa, hands over his lower body, his face twisted in agony, then suddenly turned her head back to Ling Xuejiu with an astonished expression. "Xue Jiu, when did you start dating? You guys... you guys..." She struggled for words, finally blurting out, "what are you doing?"
"What did you say?" Ling Xuejiu felt like she was going insane, as if her lungs were about to explode.
Boyfriend?
Oh my, it’s maddening!
Crazy, it’s really driving me crazy.
Inside, Ling Xuejiu felt a raging roar, like the roar of a river god, yet she was so agitated she struggled to speak. Trembling slightly, she truly wanted to rush over and strangle Li Mengjie, that brat, and even more, she wanted to dash into the kitchen and chop Leng Xuan, the instigator of all this trouble, into eight pieces...
Then, with a "wow," Ling Xuejiu burst into tears!
The crying was truly earth-shattering, enough to move heaven and earth, to darken the skies and dim the sun and moon. Li Mengjie froze on the spot, quickly running through possible reasons in her mind, when suddenly, something clicked, and she let out a long "Oh," appearing to have an epiphany. She walked over to Ling Xuejiu, wrapped her in her arms, patted her back, and then cheerfully comforted her, "It’s okay, Xuejiu, don’t cry, be good. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about what I saw tonight. Yeah, I promise, I swear, if I do tell, then I’ll..." Guys, support me, please click like, subscribe, recommend. And of course, don’t forget to leave a message for this book, because seeing your messages is what makes me feel your presence! Mmm, mwah. Stay tuned for more exciting content, and please continue to support, 3Q...