To get to the restroom, you have to pass by her room.
When he reached the door, Nangong Yaoling paused his steps.
He reached out his hand and pushed open the door.
Xia Xiaonuan clutched her chest, standing behind the door, leaning against the wall.
Nangong Feihong came chasing after him: "The restroom is ahead, what are you doing here?"
Nangong Yaoling walked in, his eyes scanning the room, then he walked over to the bed and sat down.
"Suddenly, I don't feel the need to go to the restroom anymore. I'll rest here for a bit."
"Didn't you just say you would stay with me?" Nangong Feihong hurriedly rushed in, looking at him as he spoke.
"Now I don't want to sleep with you," Nangong Yaoling said nonchalantly, his gaze falling on the slightly ajar wardrobe door, then gradually, to the space behind the door.
The sleeve of Xia Xiaonuan's sweater was faintly visible outside, a hint of smile flashed in Nangong Yaoling's eyes.
