Yun Ge stood with her hands on her hips like a teapot, glaring at Dong Huiying who had just sat up in bed hugging the quilt.
Dong Huiying was still somewhat drowsy, her exposed shoulders bearing some ambiguous love bites, evidence of the passionate 'hospitality' she received from a man last night. But because of the late-night disturbance, it was almost dawn by the time she slept, making her appear a bit fatigued.
She groggily squinted her eyes at Yun Ge and asked, "What's the matter? So early in the morning, what happened?"
