The next day, early in the morning, she heard a soft rustling sound. When she opened her eyes, she saw Leng Yejin sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on his clothes. Tong Lu rubbed her eyes and got up. The night had been sweet, and she was in high spirits.
Leng Yejin put on his clothes, but he was yawning. Fatigue was written all over his face, and he looked listless.
Xuxu put on her shirt and pulled her up when she woke up. "Button up my shirt."
"Don't you have your own hands?"
Tong Lu fell back onto the bed with a loud thud. She pulled the blanket over her face and pretended to be in a daze.
The man's dangerous urging came from outside the blanket, and he was patted twice through the blanket.
Tong Lu stuck her head out of the blanket. Her face was red and her head was hot. She mumbled in dissatisfaction, " "Just deduct it yourself, it's not Shanshan."