"Anyway, if you don't come out, I'll break the door," the man threatened. "I'll count to ten. One…two…"
Yin Jingfei stepped forward and shook Ling Qingyu. "Sister Ling, I'm sorry if not for my case—"
"—Why apologize?" Ling Qingyu smiled as she rubbed Yin Jingfei's hair and caressed the cheek. "It's not your fault to begin with. We're at the wrong place at the wrong time."
Ling Qingyu pressed Sister Yin's face against her chest and hugged her tightly. Yin Jingfei also returned the gesture, comforting at least, she wasn't alone.
Unknown to her, Ling Qingyu was actually eating her tofus, as she rubbed Yin Jingfei's back and the slim waist. The ratio and smoothness dried her throat.
As for the robbers who were about to enter the room, Ling Qingyu didn't bother to put them in her mind. It wasn't that she looked down or she was complacent; rather it was Ling Qingyu's inner confidence from her regular sparring and training sessions with Tang Ziyi.
