Han Weiwei arrived at her door, but since she had given her key to Yin Dang earlier, she couldn’t unlock it. So she took out her phone and called him directly.
At that moment, Yin Dang was fast asleep, drooling on his pillow.
“Ding ding ding~~~~~!”
The ringtone jolted him awake instantly. It was his habit—no matter how small a sound, he could wake up immediately.
He glanced at the phone, got up quickly, and was about to step out of the room when he suddenly realized the air felt chilly down below. Looking down, he saw he wasn’t wearing anything. So he hurriedly went back and threw on some clothes.
Yawning, he opened the door. Han Weiwei was standing there with a clearly displeased expression. Her annoyance flared the moment she saw him.
“Why are you so slow?” she snapped.
“Uh, sorry
