"Pff, with your puny frame," Qingluan sized up Song Yun with disdain. "Xiao Qin came knocking early in the morning looking for you, so I had no choice but to come over."
"Go out and wait for me to change clothes," Song Yun said, trying to calm himself down.
Qingluan looked at Song Yun, who was hiding his body with the blanket, and laughed, "You really are a hooligan, sleeping in the nude like that."
"Who's a hooligan? You tell me who's the hooligan? That girl barges into rooms without knocking and even randomly gropes around in other people's bedding," Song Yun said, fuming. "Why are your hands all wet and sticky?"
"Oh, I just finished applying toner," Qingluan said, slightly embarrassed. "Hurry up and come out. Judging by Xiao Qin's expression, it must be urgent."
Song Yun got dressed, stretched, and walked out to the living room, only to see Xiao Qin looking at him with a pitiful gaze, as if he had done something to her.
