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 directly met the man's burning gaze, with a hint of a smile, roguish and naughty.
At this moment, the man had already changed his clothes, with only the black hair still dripping water.
Just a simple sitting posture and a heated gaze made Song Yi's ears burn.
She clutched the shirt in her hand tightly. Clearly, she was no longer an inexperienced young girl, so why was she blushing?
Tang Si put down the newspaper in his hand, the light shining brightly on his face, blurring the expression in his eyes, yet highlighting the mischievous smile at the corner of his lips: "Too slow, so I went to the balcony myself to get the clothes and put them on."
"...?" Too slow? She clearly had rushed to get the clothes, alright?
Not showing it if you won't, then don't.
Song Yi pouted slightly, what nonsense, still making up a big pile of excuses and reasons.
