Song Yi's heart trembled slightly; only when the man walked away did she come to her senses. She looked at the towel in her hand, eyes dazed, and murmured, "Goodnight."
She sat on the sofa for quite a while.
Suddenly, Song Yi detached from her emotions, staring wide-eyed at the spot where the man's figure had just disappeared.
Damn... She was so flirted with that she forgot to ask how he got injured.
Now that he's gone, saying he needs to rest, and he's injured, it wouldn't be good for her to go over and ask him now.
Song Yi, frustrated, rubbed her hair and slapped her face, her mind, spun around by his flirting, suddenly clearing.
Ah ah ah ah...
Oh Song Yi, can you have a bit more spine?
No, she shouldn't blame herself for lacking courage; if anyone's to blame, it's Tang Si for being overly flirtatious.
Good for nothing, first place in passing the buck.
...
Tang Si walked into the room, instantly downing a glass of water.
