Sheng Junlie reached out his long arm and easily caught the pillow flying towards him. He looked at her in surprise. The angry Ye Ling seemed to be very lively and her eyes were bright, making her whole person come alive.
"If you don't want to get up, we can do it again."
"You beast!"
Ye Ling was scared and crawled out of bed, rummaged through her luggage for clean clothes, and then crawled into the bathroom.
Sheng Junlie touched his nose and his mood, which had been gloomy for a few days, strangely brightened. He put the pillow on the bed, bent down to pick up the torn clothes and threw them into the trash can.
Ye Ling put on her clothes and stood by the sink. In the mirror, she had a cut on the corner of her mouth and her lips were swollen.
She gritted her teeth, not expecting him to show any mercy.
The bathroom door was knocked twice, and Ye Ling was startled. She heard Sheng Junlie's lazy voice outside the door, "Are you done?"
