"You... get out." Xia Yiwan said, her face flushing.
She hadn't even gotten up yet, how could he already be here?
"We've already slept together, what's there to be pretentious about?" Si Mo replied sternly, pulling her up off the toilet seat.
"You..." Xia Yiwan was speechless staring at him, swiftly pulling up her underwear.
How could someone say such vulgar things with a poker face?
Si Mo glanced at her blushing face and her indignant gaze, suddenly dissipating the anger that had been building within him.
Actually, he had no reason to be angry. He knew she had feelings for someone else before she was his.
She was still herself, only the person she was fond of happened to be the person he hated the most.
When Si Mo emerged from the bathroom carrying Xia Yiwan, all his hostility had vanished. Xia Yiwan could sense his change in mood, but she had no idea why.
The crisis was thus, averted.
