Xiang Ying lay in Jie Chen's arms, drowsily asleep, while the persistent sound of the Sixth Prince banging on the door echoed for an hour.
These days, Xiang Ying and Jie Chen were indeed a bit tired. Despite the Sixth Prince exhausting his voice outside, begging for a response, they didn't pay him any heed.
It wasn't until the door was halfway smashed open that Jie Chen held Xiang Ying's arm and kissed her between the brows.
"Get up, he's coming in."
Xiang Ying yawned and stretched as she sat up.
Her misty, beautiful eyes surveyed the surroundings.
Her clothes from before were torn to shreds, certainly unwearable.
A look at Jie Chen's attire revealed no better state, torn like two pieces of rag.
She could only temporarily take out a few new outfits from her space.
Accompanied by dissatisfaction, she said, "I told you not to tear them."
Jie Chen looked into her eyes and smiled, "Was it me who tore them or you who was in a hurry?"
