The more she talked, the more preposterous it got. Jian Anning turned around and left, huffing and puffing.
Yu Zexiao watched her from behind, chuckling softly, his smile growing wider and wider.
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Back in the room, Zhao Ziyin had already taken a bath. Seeing her return, she came over with a giggly smile and said, "Anning, it's been so long since we slept together!"
Jian Anning was somewhat speechless at that remark, but then she thought about their college days. It was different abroad; only two people shared a dormitory, and it was during that time that she and Zhao Ziyin developed their revolutionary friendship.
Zhao Ziyin said, "Your leg is injured, do you want me to help you take a bath?"
As she spoke, she even deliberately threw her a flirtatious wink.
Jian Anning felt a shudder of horror, "No need. It's not a serious illness, just a dislocation. My ankle is a bit swollen."
