After speaking, he got up straight away and walked past her toward the living room.
Jinglei stood there, watching his departing figure, angrily clenching her hands, but there was nothing she could do, forced to endure his manipulation!
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The next day.
All night, Jinglei barely slept, and as dawn broke, she was in a half-asleep, half-awake state.
A blast of cold air hit her, making her shiver as she got out of bed.
It seems like the temperature dropped today.
Looking outside the window, she got up and pulled open the curtains, letting a chill sweep through her.
It really has gotten colder, so cold.
She walked to the wardrobe, picked out a thick base shirt, a red wool coat, and black skinny jeans, changed into them, and then freshened up.
Remembering Feimo's words to leave directly from home, she randomly picked a few clothes and stuffed them into the code box.
After packing, she checked the time; it was only seven o'clock.
At this hour, Feimo should be awake too, right?
