"Qiao Nian!" Annie said through gritted teeth. She slowly sat up, her hair disheveled, and her face dirty. "Why are you here again? Haven't you laughed enough yesterday?"
Qiao Nian pulled over a chair not far away and sat down. She crossed her right leg over her left. Seeing Annie straighten her skirt in a panic, she said calmly, "You're doing well here, aren't you?"
"Doing well?" Annie raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes as wide as saucers. She said angrily, "Are you blind? I haven't taken a shower in a long time. How can this be living well!"
Qiao Nian's gaze finally fell on Annie's hair. A piece of her hair was wet, and it was stuck together.
There was no place to take a shower in Annie's room. She had heard that it would be another three days before Annie had a chance to take a shower.
But Annie's hair was wet.