Xia Ning's doorway was the place where she threw things most frequently; it took Xia Cheng all his strength to finally push the door open.
But before he could get a clear view of the room, a loud "Get out!" from Xia Ning rang out, accompanied by a pink throw pillow.
The pillow hit Xia Cheng squarely in the face. Though it wasn't painful, it completely knocked the sleepiness out of him.
He finally opened his eyes completely, looking at Xia Ning discontentedly, "I say, Xia Ning, were you planning on demolishing the house this early in the morning?"
"What's it to you?" Xia Ning snapped back, turning her head to continue looking for something to throw. But everything throwable had already been thrown, leaving only her cellphone on the bedside table.
Xia Cheng hurriedly ducked behind the door, fearing if the cellphone hit him, there would be a bloody disaster, and without an ambulance, this mess couldn't possibly end well.
