Let’s Not Hookup, King Jin

During that time, the soundly sleeping Yan Qingsi felt a chill.

Yan Qingsi had no idea what time she fell asleep, or for how long. She was roused from her slumber because of some noise on her balcony—someone was throwing empty drink cans at her window, causing an incessant clamor.

She rubbed her eyes, stood up, then walked out the door.

Her gaze was directed to the next-door balcony. A man was standing there. "Yo, you're there?"

The wind at night was cold during early spring. She shivered after being blown by the breeze, and once her drowsiness dissipated, she said, "What's up? You wanna let me watch a live show again today and ask me to rate your performance?"

Jin Xuechu twitched his lips. "Tch. You talk with no holds barred."

Yan Qingsi stretched her waist lazily. "You talk as if you do."

"You have anything going on tomorrow?"

Yan Qingsi retorted coldly, "I'm a small fry actress. Do you think I have something to do?"