When Jiang Ying sluggishly crawled out of bed the next day and walked out of the bedroom, she gave Shu Yuehua and Ye Feng quite a scare.
"Jiang Ying, you look so pale. Are you sick?"
At that moment, Shu Yuehua was even more enchantingly beautiful, each frown and smile seemingly laced with a soul-snatching charm!
Her cheeks were rosy, like an enticing ripe red apple, her mature and chilly beauty strikingly graceful!
Shu Yuehua, nourished by the dew, was like a fully blossomed fresh flower, so delicate, so captivating.
Seeing the peculiar glances from Shu Yuehua and Ye Feng, Jiang Ying's pretty face turned red, and then she cast them a resentful look:
"It's all because of you two. You were so loud last night, how could anyone sleep?"
Jiang Ying didn't hold back, and upon hearing this, Shu Yuehua froze, then her face turned as red as blood.
"Really! You little naughty girl, daring to eavesdrop on us! Watch how I deal with you!"