7:30 AM.
Lin Ping slowly woke up. The sight of the unfamiliar ceiling left her expression a little dazed.
A moment later, memories of the previous night flooded her mind like a tidal wave, causing her delicate, alluring face to once again flush a seductive crimson.
Lin Ping had never imagined she would do something like that last night.
But along with the thrill came an unavoidable trace of melancholy resentment.
An overwhelming sense of crisis flooded her heart.
She never would have imagined that her greatest rival would turn out to be a young girl in her early twenties!
And she hadn't won Lin Shen's heart with her youth, but with her womanly Charm!
In other words, her sultriness!
That trump card was supposed to be Lin Ping's specialty, but that girl had stolen it.
This left Lin Ping rather displeased.
She hadn't thought about this at all last night.
Only after waking up this morning was she forced to confront the issue.
