This damn demon, how perverted can he be, leaving so many marks on her neck. Did he feel a sense of achievement?
Ji Anning thought resentfully, grinding her teeth, unable to calm her anger. She again hugged her clothes and went out, bending over to pick up her bag from the ground. She pulled out her phone and found the demon's number in the block list, dialing it.
Before the call went through, she realized she was at home and decided to send a text message instead.
"You pervert, are you sick?"
She held her phone in one hand and her clothes in the other, walking toward the window. She planned to send the message, vent her anger, and then draw the curtains to take a shower.
But what she didn't expect was that the moment she sent the message, she got an immediate reply.
She grabbed the curtain, pulled her hand back, and leaned against the window frame as she checked the message.
