"Sorry, I have to go ahead for something," she said, not waiting for a response.
Ignoring Bai Guo, Ji Anning alerted the designer sitting opposite her and sprinted towards the door.
Breezing past Bai Guo, she left only a gust of cool air behind.
Forgetting the injury on her foot, even though it still hurt, it seemed insignificant at that moment.
Bai Guo watched Ji Anning disappear through the door with great dissatisfaction, stomping her foot and gritting her teeth.
She had wanted to wait for Ji Jingfeng to come and provoke her a bit.
...
Ji Anning ran out of the bespoke studio and found a lamppost by the roadside to lean against while gasping for breath, her hands automatically going to her lower abdomen.
Her face was filled with horror.
Her usually punctual period was already a week late, something that had never happened before.
And the last time she was with the demon, she had forgotten to take her pill afterward.
Could it be...