Ye Wuge grabbed her collar and yanked her up, "Get up."
Jiayin, still groggy from sleep, opened one eye, then closed it again and lay back down, wrapping her arms and legs around him like an octopus.
Ye Wuge's forehead twitched, "I'll count to three, and if you don't get up, I'll throw you out, one."
Before he even finished counting, Jiayin suddenly sprang up from the bed.
She rubbed her eyes and saw the dried blood on Ye Wuge's face, which had rubbed off a bit on the bed during her sleep, leaving patchy spots, making him look like a little spotted cat, and she couldn't help but snicker.
Ye Wuge, puzzled, gave her a look as if she was insane, "Did you become a fool after a sleep?"
Calmly, he grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom.
Jiayin shrugged and laughed, silently counting to one in her heart.
"Jiayin."
Ye Wuge in the bathroom saw the awful state of his face and the veins on his forehead popped.
"How old are you to still play such pranks."
