"Xiao Jie, have you had a good breakfast yet, ready to go to school?" Suddenly, Li Mengjie walked in, wearing a dress very similar to the one Ling Xuejiu had on, her slim legs complemented by a pair of high heels about seven centimeters tall, looking like a leggy model, oh so tempting!
Ling Xuejiu felt a lump in her throat, her eyes widened as she stammered, "Xiao Jie, you... when did you leave this morning?"
"What's wrong?" Li Mengjie noticed the weird atmosphere, glanced at Leng Xuan, then back at Ling Xuejiu, and suddenly seeing the bowl of noodles in front of Ling Xuejiu, she exclaimed in surprise, "Gosh, Xue Jiu, what got into you today, to actually cook noodles yourself? Hmph, had I known, I would've come straight over after changing my clothes, and I missed out on the noodles you cooked!"
