Bam!
The door slammed shut with a heavy thud, mercilessly breaking the silence in the hallway.
Liu Ying, who had been leaning against the door waiting for some action, seeing Leng Qiuge coming out with a face full of resentment and disappointment, couldn't help but tease, "Yo, what happened? Out so soon? Didn't you just tell me you were going to show me how to open Ye Xuan the right way? I didn't quite get it."
"Xiao Ying!" Leng Qiuge, exasperated, glared at Liu Ying and scolded, "Don't throw shade at me. You're just as bad—didn't you just make a fool of yourself too?"
Liu Ying shrugged nonchalantly, "I didn't mess up as big as you did. Tsk tsk, you even took your clothes off, yet still scurried out in embarrassment. Seems like our little Qiuge's charm is slipping a bit!"
"You..."
Leng Qiuge was fuming, almost unable to hold back from starting a fight with Liu Ying.
