Wei Anning pulled the blanket over her head and rolled over on the bed once, then again, unable to cool down the burning heat on her cheeks. She sat up, forcefully patting her own face.
"Wei Anning, snap out of it. Don't let him steal your soul and forget he's your class enemy."
But why did the corners of her lips insist on curling up, refusing to be tugged down? She buried her face into the blanket, thinking, and for some reason, started to chuckle foolishly. She smacked her lips, recalling how soft and chewy his kiss was, like mint-flavored jelly, addictive...
"Smack," she slapped her forehead, "Wei Anning, what are you daydreaming about in broad daylight?"
The room door was suddenly knocked on. She quickly jumped out of bed and went to open the door. The butler stood outside, looking at her amiably, "Third Young Lady, the Third Young Master asked me to tell you that the doors and windows of your room haven't been fixed yet. You will still be staying in his room tonight."
