Yin Ci kicked Lu Jianshen off the bed with one foot, rolled over to occupy all the quilt, wrapping herself up like a silkworm pupa.
Lu Jianshen was startled awake, crawled up from under the bed, the fringes of his hair masked his eyebrows, his deep eyes revealing confusion.
Seeing his naive look, devoid of any cunning, Yin Ci couldn't help laughing.
"I'm sorry, my leg kicked you off. Come up quickly, the floor is cold."
"Alright."
He climbed back on to the bed at a snail's pace.
After Yin Ci had her fill of laughter, she sent a message to Han Zhu's mother.
"Mrs.Han, I sent you the video not to give Li Xinxin a chance to sling mud on me, if you can't punish the perpetrator who harmed your daughter, don't blame me for taking action."