Gong Ting walked in with a paper bag, meeting her panicked eyes. His gaze darkened as he slowly approached the bedside and sat down. Xiao Yu immediately retreated with the quilt wrapped around her.
Gong Ting frowned, "This afternoon... I am very sorry, Su Yu, don't provoke me again. You can't bear the consequences of provoking me."
Xiao Yu looked at him in horror, as if she were seeing the most terrifying devil. The more she had liked him in the past, the more she feared him now, "Don't come over, I don't want to see you."
Gong Ting pressed his thin lips together, placed the paper bag on the bedside table, and stood up, "Put on your clothes, it's time to leave work, we're going home."
Xiao Yu watched him warily, and only after he turned to leave did she uncover herself and sit up. She had nothing on, and the cold air made her skin break out in goosebumps.
She reached for the paper bag, her whole body sore and aching at the slightest movement.
