CLICK!
The door creaked open with a soft sound.
Zhao Ying stood in the doorway, drenched from head to toe. Rainwater dripped from the ends of her hair onto the floor.
She took off her raincoat and casually hung it on the hook behind the door.
The rain outside was torrential, and it had even split the seams of her clothes at the shoulders and cuffs.
Even with the raincoat, her clothes were still soaked in places.
But with her current physique, she didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.
"Hurry, get in there! Attack its right flank! Shit!"
Zhao Ying turned her head, her gaze piercing through the shadows of the hallway toward the source of the sound.
It was Zhao Yao's room. The door wasn't completely shut, and a sliver of light shone through the crack.
Zhao Yao's voice drifted out intermittently.
Peeking through the crack, she saw that Zhao Yao's room was completely different from hers—it was very tidy.
