The servant still had that small pair of scissors on her arm and ran off in a fluster.
"What are you doing here?" Yang Mingming smoothed her hair and coldly looked at Gu Jiahui. "Since when did my house become freely accessible to you?"
Gu Jiahui stepped forward and suddenly hugged her tightly.
Yang Mingming was taken aback, then became furious. "What are you doing?"
She desperately tried to push Gu Jiahui away. When she couldn't, she stomped hard on his foot and even bit his shoulder.
After entering the house, Gu Jiahui took off his coat, wearing only a black shirt.
It was deep winter, and he was just wearing a shirt with a school uniform, topped with a down jacket.
Once inside, he took off his down jacket and school uniform. The shirt was thin but warm.
Yang Mingming bit down hard, almost tasting his blood. Suddenly, the young girl felt something unusual.
