"Aren't you inviting me inside?"
Song Jingwan raised the platter in her hands, "I brought you food. I also have something to say to you."
Song Yaoyao looked at her sister quietly and slightly turned her body.
Song Jingwan pouted, brushed past Song Yaoyao, and casually placed the platter on the computer table.
Compared to her exquisitely decorated bedroom that was fit for a princess, Song Yaoyao's room was like a hotel room that was meant for temporary accommodation. A white wardrobe and light blue bedsheets. When one scanned their eyes across the room, there were no big items apart from the computer table.
Just like Song Yaoyao, this room was plain and boring.
"Speak."
Song Yaoyao casually covered her head with a towel as water dripped from the ends of her hair onto her collarbone.
Her nose was tall, her lips were small and red, and her pupils were black. Her expression was serious as she listened with respect.
