"Ahh, snake——" A shrill scream, resembling that of a turkey, jolted Leng Wanwan awake from a pleasant dream. Damn it, who was the daredevil disturbing her beauty sleep? She had even hidden herself on the school rooftop, yet someone still managed to find her. Was this person some kind of rat? With a burst of anger, she opened her eyes only to exclaim in surprise: where did this opera-singing woman come from? Dressed in an ancient-style floral ruqun (a traditional two-piece dress), her hair combed into an extremely high noblewoman's bun, her face painted like a palette, and with large eyes wide open staring at her.
What's going on? Did I bother you by sleeping?
Annoyed, Leng Wanwan gave this woman a scornful glance, ready to unleash a barrage of curses. But something was wrong; why couldn't she make a sound? Why was this woman so tall? And what happened to her hands? Instead, she felt her body soft and slippery. As soon as she moved, the woman rolled her eyes back, and with a loud thud, fell to the ground, creating a huge noise and sending dust flying everywhere.