Yan Qing propped up against the door, as if worried that Pharmacist might burst in out of anger, or as if he needed the door to barely stand steady.
Just a moment ago, he clearly had the upper hand, rendering Pharmacist speechless, but now he felt a bit uncomfortable and stood still for a long time.
It wasn't until the girl in his arms moved slightly, her hair gently brushing against his chest, that Yan Qing snapped back to reality. He leaned against the door to listen for any sounds outside, but the door had excellent soundproofing, and nothing could be heard except the knocking.
"I'll take you back to your room now. Just follow my lead, don't look up," Yan Qing instructed.
