Xiaoling picked on her thumb's skin out of nervousness and embarrassment, wondering why she was stopped. Weisheng took his time wearing his shirt before walking up to her.
"Look at me," He murmured casually, his gentle voice sending chills down her spine.
She hesitantly turned around to look at him. He was dressed roughly, but it was still embarrassing.
"Speak," He said as soon as she looked at him.
She tilted her head in confusion.
"Why did you barge into my room, little miss?" He asked sarcastically.
She almost scoffed at his remark. She grabbed her torso confidently as she faced him, almost like she had never barged into his room.
"I knocked a few times before entering," She justified her actions.
Weisheng's lips half-curled in amusement, "Uh huh?" He crossed his arms together and leaned forward to match her height.
