Song Yi ran to the bathroom door, only to find the person inside had disappeared.
It was empty.
She furrowed her brow, turned around, and met the man's intense gaze directly. His eyes held a hint of amusement, roguish and mischievous.
At this moment, the man had already changed his clothes, with only black hair still dripping water.
Just a simple sitting posture and an intense gaze made Song Yi's ears burn.
She tightened the shirt in her hand, wondering why she, clearly no longer an inexperienced young girl, was blushing.
Tang Si put down the newspaper in his hand, and the light shone brightly on his face, blurring his expression but highlighting the smirk at the corner of his lips: "Too slow, so I went to the balcony and got the clothes myself."
"...?" Too slow? She clearly rushed to get the clothes, didn't she?
If you won't let me see, then you won't let me see.
Song Yi pouted slightly, thinking what nonsense, coming up with a heap of excuses.
