He Jingyao looked down at her from a position of superiority, one hand pressing down on the quilt—no wonder she couldn't pull it away no matter how hard she tried.
"Miss Gu, be careful not to catch a cold," he reminded her kindly.
"...Hand me my clothes," Zhixi said, though she was fuming with anger, she had no choice but to bow her head when under someone else's roof.
She had given up on the idea of arguing with him. After all, whether she was capable or not, she could never win against him. He Jingyao was well aware of this fact.
Her main goal now was to leave this place... She hadn't brought her phone when she left, so she had no idea of the time and no news from Pei Yuanchen. She needed to hurry and check whether Xiaobao had been picked up.
"Your clothes?" The man raised an eyebrow with a smile, "It seems I've torn them, and they can't be worn anymore."
Gu Zhixi clenched her teeth, "...Then lend me a few pieces of your clothes."
