Qin Shuang looked at the message, so shocked she almost threw her phone away.
Half-believing, she walked to the door and carefully pulled it open just a crack.
He Zhiyao's hand caught the door, "Playing the thief?"
Upon hearing it was indeed He Zhiyao's voice, Qin Shuang finally released the door handle and stepped back a couple of steps.
He Zhiyao entered, closed the door behind him, tossed his jacket onto the sofa, then turned to see Qin Shuang still standing there like a dolt. He walked over, gave her head a pat, and playfully arched his brow, "You didn't take a shower?"
Qin Shuang's heart, which had been shocked by He Zhiyao's sudden appearance, suddenly shattered into pieces.
She moved aside, avoiding He Zhiyao's hand, "I just got back, can you divine things now?"
He Zhiyao chuckled lowly, "Maybe?"
Qin Shuang pouted, "Didn't you say you were busy recently?"
Why the sudden attack!
She was almost scared to death!
