Yuan Yuxi never imagined Lin Fei would burst into her room wearing nothing but a bath towel.
Lin Fei walked right up to Yuan Yuxi, leaned forward, and brought his face close to hers.
Meanwhile, Yuan Yuxi was lounging diagonally on the sofa.
Lin Fei was above, and Yuan Yuxi below; their posture was ambiguous, their noses almost touching.
Yuan Yuxi's heart was racing, her breathing became rapid and warm; her eyes shifty, as nervous and flustered, she stammered, "Lin Fei, you... what do you want?"
It was then that Lin Fei realized his posture was somewhat questionable.
He immediately stood up straight, awkwardly coughing twice, then said somewhat angrily, "Yuan Yuxi, give me my attendance pass."
"Attendance pass?" Yuan Yuxi looked astonished.
Lin Fei barged into her room with just a towel, wasn't it to have intimate communication with her?
