An hour later, Xia Yuxun still hadn't come out.
Leng Siche put down the document in his hand and looked uneasily towards the direction of the bathroom.
Another twenty minutes passed, and Leng Siche couldn't help but knock on the bathroom door.
"Xiaoxun, are you done? Xiaoxun?"
Leng Siche's heart tightened as he tentatively turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, she hadn't locked it.
There was a misty vapor in the bathroom, and then, he saw...
That girl had actually fallen asleep on the toilet lid.
Her hair was half-dry, and she was wearing his white shirt, which she hadn't even managed to button up completely. It hung loosely on her body.
The shirt, exceptionally oversized for her, covered her little hands and almost reached her knees, looking like a costume.
She could catch a cold like this.
But there Leng Siche stood, unable to muster the courage to approach her despite being only a few steps away.
He couldn't face Xia Yuxun like this.
