Song Yi ran to the bathroom door, only to find that the person inside was gone.
It was empty inside.
She frowned, turned around, and met the man's scorching gaze directly. There was a hint of amusement in those eyes, roguish and wicked.
At this moment, the man had already changed his clothes, only his black hair was still dripping with water.
A simple sitting posture and a scorching gaze made Song Yi's ears burn.
She tightened the shirt in her hand, clearly she was no longer an ignorant little girl, what was going on, why was she blushing?
Tang Si put down the newspaper in his hand, the bright light shone on his face, blurring the look in his eyes, but highlighting the sly smile at the corner of his mouth: "Too slow, so I went to the balcony to get clothes and put them on myself."
"...?" Too slow? She clearly went to get the clothes as fast as she could, didn't she?
If he won't let her see, then he won't let her see.
