Yan Huan wished she knew exactly how long it would take for her body to replace the blood she had donated.
"Huanhuan, Huanhuan…"
Yi Ling's shouts preceded her arrival. The door opened with a bang and Yi Ling ran in, grabbed Yan Huan by the wrist, and dragged her out the door. "Quick, we have to get going, there's no time to waste…"
Yan Huan could not shake Yi Ling off; she was still carrying Little Bean with her other hand.
They had just stepped out of the apartment when Yi Ling finally turned to take a good look at Yan Huan. Her jaw dropped.
Cotton pajamas, a face that was as pale as a zombie's, a cat in one hand, and slippers on her feet—Yan Huan was so beautiful she could wear a burlap sack and make it look like a fashion statement, but they were going to meet someone important and her current look was completely unacceptable.
