After hanging up the phone with Li Chen, Ye Chuxue was so excited she was practically dancing.
Then, with a "thud," the dignified and elegant Lady Ye fell off the bed in a splendid manner.
Sitting on the floor, Ye Chuxue pouted and talked to herself.
"Ouch, Ye Chuxue, oh Ye Chuxue, why can't you be more reserved? It's just that jerk coming back, why the excitement?"
After a session of muttering to herself, she climbed back onto the bed but tossed and turned without any inclination to sleep.
"Is that guy tired from the car ride? Could he be hungry?"
Ye Chuxue thought to herself as she chewed on her fingertip.
While pondering, having only eaten an apple for dinner, she suddenly felt hungry too, and even bit her fingertip unconsciously.
"Ah!"
Looking at her somewhat reddened fingertip, Ye Chuxue pursed her lips, nearly spilling tears from the pain.
"Ye Chuxue, oh Ye Chuxue, whether that jerk is tired or hungry, what's it to you?"