Just as Han Qingxin, drowsy from sleep, dozed off, she felt some commotion. She wasn't a heavy sleeper; any loud noise was enough to wake her.
After rubbing her bleary eyes, Han Qingxin sat up and saw a figure in the bathhouse, which puzzled her.
"Ning Han, is that you?" Han Qingxin asked.
Although Ye Ling told Mu Ninghan to call Han Qingxin "sister," after seriously discussing their ages, they decided to call each other by their respective ages.
Mu Ninghan didn't hear Han Qingxin's voice at all since the sound of the shower drowned it out.
Ye Ling, however, did hear, but where would he dare to respond.
Han Qingxin was stunned, hurriedly turned around, and ran back to her bed, snatching up the silk quilt to cover herself, not even leaving her head exposed, her little face turning red.
"They wouldn't be doing that sort of thing, would they?" Han Qingxin whispered to herself under the quilt.
