Reduced to such a state, Song Huanyan didn't know what to say anymore.
Yun Jianchen got up and went to wash up.
Song Huanyan still continued to laze in bed.
In the southern city with its heavy moisture, even though the air conditioning was on in the room, she still didn't want to get up. Getting out of bed meant facing a chilly and damp sensation outside.
Her WeChat notification sounded.
Song Huanyan picked up her phone.
Qiao Chuchu, Yue Xiaowan, and the others, who were always so spirited, were already in the group chat early in the morning, asking about He Yue's results from last night.
Qiao Chuchu: He Yue, He Yue, come out, how was last night?
An Yue: Did Gong Ziqian pounce on you like a wolf?
Yue Xiaowan: Did you drain Gong Ziqian dry?
Song Huanyan: Can you be more subtle? You might scare He Yue. So early in the morning. Can we not be so dirty, can we be a little bit more pure in thought?
Qiao Chuchu: No!
An Yue: No +1!
Yue Xiaowan: No +2!
Song Huanyan: ...
