Mu Xingfeng's eyes darkened slightly, "Hurry up and freshen up, come down to eat."
He turned and went downstairs after speaking, afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might do something impulsive again.
An Ran pouted. Instructor Mu was getting more and more petty. So what if she stepped on his pajama pants? Was it that serious? She wouldn't wear them anymore in the future.
Her stomach growled. An Ran tossed the pajama pants aside and went into the bathroom to freshen up. Afterward, she opened the wardrobe and saw it was neatly filled with women's winter clothes, sent over by Mu Xingfeng's sister yesterday. She picked a pair of skinny jeans and a loose sweater, which fit her perfectly.
Once she was ready, An Ran went downstairs barefoot. She couldn't help it; the heated floors felt too comfortable to walk on without shoes.
