Chapter 123 Sister, are you leaving?
I opened my eyes; it was pitch black.
Jiang Luo was half asleep, her mind not quite clear, and she habitually reached for her phone to check the time.
The bedside table felt a little unfamiliar, but her confused mind didn't care about anything else.
After fumbling around for a while, I finally found my phone and turned it on.
A sudden burst of light stung my eyes.
After a moment, she squinted and held the phone up to her face.
[20:38]
It's almost nine o'clock, I'll sleep a little longer.
Wait, it's almost nine o'clock?
Her eyes widened suddenly, and she instantly snapped back to reality.
This is He Ziyan's home!
She just talked to He Ziyan...
Memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave, those pleasant and shameful memories.
She moved her hand inch by inch to the side, and through the thin blanket, she could vaguely sense the presence of another person.
Gurgle.
He nervously swallowed.
It is He... He Ziyan.
Help! She slept with He Ziyan!
He withdrew his hand and nervously scratched his face.
Jiang Luo, you didn't drink either, how could you not resist?
I pressed my fingertips against my forehead and rubbed it in.
Clearly, even rubbing your skin raw won't relieve the complex emotions you're feeling right now.
She felt an even stronger sense of oppression than when she was being attacked online.
What's next?
How should I face He Ziyan?
I really want to dig a hole and run away.
She had imagined a thousand ways to start a relationship with He Ziyan, but she never expected it to be this one.
She wanted to get to know He Ziyan better for a while longer!
Why couldn't I resist?
I'm going crazy.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the bottom of the lock screen, where eighteen messages were displayed.
Someone is looking for her!
Check the information first!
Like a lifeline, my thoughts found a reasonable outlet, and I quickly broke free from the current anxious situation.
Shi Yan: [Luo Luo, when are you coming back?]
Shi Yan: [Luo Luo, I'm going to order takeout. If you come back to eat, I'll order yours too.]
Shi Yan: [Looks like you're busy. I'll order yours first. How about the curry beef?]
...
The latest two are from half an hour ago.
Shi Yan: [Are you with President He? (I can't get through to his phone either.) I want to hear the details when you get back!]
Shi Yan: [It's okay if you don't come back tonight, don't worry about me.]
Jiang Luo: ...Shi Yan is simply a fortune teller.
Type and send: 【I'll be right back.】
Shi Yan: [No rush.]
Jiang Luo: [...]
Smoke: [:)]
I'll go back and think carefully about how to handle this situation.
Now, let's get going!
Worried that the bright light would wake He Ziyan, Jiang Luo didn't dare to turn on her phone's flashlight. She only used the faint light from the screen to illuminate the ground as she leaned out to retrieve the clothes scattered all over the floor.
One item here, one item there, it took a lot of effort to collect them all.
Clutching the corner of the blanket, she held her breath, slowly sat up, dressed herself bit by bit, then tiptoed out of bed and walked toward the door, like a petty thief committing a crime for the first time.
"Smack."
The light is on.
The room was brightly lit.
The door is right in front of us.
A moment of pause, and the mask of pain descends.
Oh my god, may lightning strike me dead!
Even without turning around, she could feel those two burning gazes.
It must be scalding hot enough to bake a hole in her.
But she dared not turn around, nor did she know how to meet that gaze.
"Sister, are you leaving?" A cool, questioning voice rang out.
It was definitely intentional. Jiang Luo thought.
He Ziyan deliberately called her "sister" at this moment to amplify her sense of guilt!
With a smirk, Jiang Luo turned to the side, her back slightly hunched, like a boiled crayfish.
He touched his neck, feeling incredibly awkward and almost suffocating, and after a minute of deliberation, said, "Shi Yan is still waiting for me at home." He was so guilty that he could hardly breathe.
Um?
This sounds a lot like an affair!
Oh dear, what am I even saying?
Jiang Luo cautiously raised her eyes, only glancing hastily at He Ziyan before quickly lowering her gaze to the crumpled blanket.
She and He Ziyan were on that quilt...
I dare not think about it anymore.
"Why did you sneak away?" He Ziyan bluntly hit the nail on the head.
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