Thud!
"What the hell were you thinking…?"
Wang Xiao set Yue down on the edge of the bed, exhaling sharply as he poured himself a drink—not to calm his spirit this time, just to ease the pure headache.
"…"
Yue fidgeted, eyes darting away, her small, bare feet brushing against the cold floor. "I'm… sorry…" Her voice was barely a whisper, like a child caught sneaking sweets.
"…"
Wang Xiao fought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He'd dragged her here to save her from the public embarrassment, to keep this mess private between them, at least.
In his territory, where not even a stray breeze dared move without his say-so, he could guarantee no one else would intrude.
"Yue…" His voice softened, but irritation lingered in his tone. "This isn't about making me angry. Do you realize what you've stirred up with that little stunt? Do you know how many misunderstandings you've thrown into the air just because you used my old phone?"
