Right after Yun Chujiu threw the pillow in her hands, she regained her rationality.
'Come now! Why am I so impulsive?! That pretty boy is not someone to be trifled with, isn't this the same as me signing my own death warrant?!'
Yun Chujiu raised her head, and just as she expected, she saw Di Beiming looking at her with a dark face. As for the pillow… Well, it had already been reduced to dust.
"Hey dark-skinned thing, do you want to die?" Di Beiming took a few steps forward while he glared at Yun Chujiu with a cold gleam in his eyes.
Yun Chujiu cursed in her heart. 'Doesn't this pretty boy turn hostile a little too quickly?! He's so temperamental, he's basically schizophrenic! He was giggling over there like an idiot one moment ago, and he's pretending to be arrogant and aloof now?!
'Since this pretty boy is so temperamental he would really kill me, right? Damn it, this is a murder case caused by a pillow!'
