Sheng Qianxia finally found the bag and was just about to open it when Gong Beiyao pushed the door open.
She hastily stuffed the bag back.
Gong Beiyao watched her with a cold expression.
Feeling his gaze, she felt as if she were in an ice cellar.
"Who allowed you to get out of bed?" Gong Beiyao asked coldly, furrowing his brows.
"I..." Sheng Qianxia said awkwardly, "I, I wanted to use the restroom."
"Looking for the restroom in the cabinet? You must be really sick."
Gong Beiyao walked toward her with measured steps.
"I... I got lost."
Sheng Qianxia felt she had told a ridiculously absurd lie, so absurd that she could not even bear to hear it herself and awkwardly wanted to flee.
He had already scooped her up in his arms before she could act.
"I'll carry you there."
"No, no need!" she said awkwardly, "The restroom is right next door, I can walk there myself."
She urgently tried to jump out of his embrace, instinctively grabbing his lapel.
