Su Youzhu was woken up by a phone call this morning.
She groggily sat up, rubbing the stray hair on top of her head. Her light aqua short hair was slightly messy, and the thin strap of her nightgown had slipped down to her arm. Her snow-white skin, bathed in sunlight, appeared smooth and delicate like fine jade.
Her dad had gone on a sudden business trip this morning, her mom was off meeting a client to get her nails done, and there was no one else at home.
The person she'd been thinking about the most had been cleverly sent away by her last night.
The house was very quiet, empty.
It gave her an inexplicable sense of unease.
She picked up her phone, her expression sharpening slightly upon seeing the caller ID.
"Hello, Sister."
Her voice carried a lazy, sultry undertone in the early morning, with a touch less of its usual coldness.
