"Let go, let go quickly, get off me!" Shen Yi screamed, her voice filled with embarrassment and anger.
At that moment, her head was wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, pinned down on the sofa by Su Qing's arresting skill, with a loud 'thud'.
Despite this, she was still tightly clutching the sheet and pajamas in her arms, which were the evidence of her misdeeds, having been snatched back by her just now.
She knew the passcode to Su Qing's room. With her head wrapped in stockings, she hurried to the balcony from the photos in her friends circle, ready to dash out in Su Qing's astonished gaze.
How could this happen? Her fate had taken a turn for the worse; she came on time, but couldn't go back!
"Oh hey, Aunt Shen, what a special interest! What's this style today? A color tough bandit?" Su Qing looked at Shen Yi, who was pinned on the sofa, and joked.
