Second floor.
Tang Yige heard the heavy footsteps of someone coming upstairs, lowered her eyelashes, and exhaled deeply.
When Si Nan came upstairs, Yige pretended to be focused on fiddling with the needle and thread in her hands.
Si Nan stood at the top of the stairs, staring at Tang Yige's delicate profile for a few seconds, then went to the bathroom.
Tang Yige bit her lip and closed her eyes.
When the sound of water trickling from the bathroom came out, Tang Yige's heart suddenly jumped twice, her eyes fixed on the needle and thread in her hand, inexplicably heated.
Her conscious nerves seemed confused, unable to focus on her work.
…
About ten minutes later, a man's clear voice came from the bathroom, "Yiyi."
Tang Yige tightly gripped the smooth fabric in her hand, turned to stare at the frosted glass door of the bathroom, "What?"
"The towel is too short, is there a longer one?" Si Nan's voice was somewhat conflicted.
A longer one?
