There was no more movement from over there, and Jiang Tian changed out of her dusty work clothes.

The original owner had become so frugal due to the heavy mortgage that saving money had become second nature; he even washed his pajamas until they were almost white.

Jiang Tian changed into her pajamas, made herself a simple face mask, finished her skincare routine, washed up, and turned off the room lights.

At two o'clock in the morning, Jiang Tian was awakened by knocking on the door.

"Sister Jiang, open the door."

Ji Feihan's voice was laced with rage.

Jiang Tian silently put on her slippers, got out of bed, tidied her hair, and then opened the door to her room.

Even if Ji Feihan was slow-witted, he realized that something was wrong.

He didn't know who wanted to harm him, but now, caught in the backlash of the controversy, he instinctively knocked on Jiang Tian's door, hoping she could find someone to take him to the hospital.

The first thing that caught Ji Feihan's eye was an ordinary face, and he couldn't help but look down.

The cheap pajamas, worn out from washing, revealed Jiang Tian's delicate collarbones, slender and fair legs, and even the lines of her shoulders exuded a fragile and exquisite beauty.

Because of the low-cut pajamas, and because Ji Feihan was much taller than Jiang Tian, ​​he was dazzled by the white light.

Like ants gnawing at his heat, it surged into a tidal wave, assaulting his already crumbling mental defenses.

"Mr. Ji, what can I do for you?"

A face that had nothing to offer except its whiteness, yet at this moment, for some reason, seemed to possess a magical power.

"Mr. Ji, your face is very hot. Do you have a fever?"

Jiang Tian placed her hand on his forehead.

"Boom—"

One part collapsed.

Ji Feihan grabbed Jiang Tian's shoulders and forcefully kissed her lips!