Jing Ruo came out from the restroom still a bit puzzled, looking back at the restroom door a few times.
Just as she stepped out of the small house, she saw Bo Jingshen sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, the night breeze rustling the surrounding bamboo. Seated amidst the night, his silhouette appeared somewhat desolate against the wind.
His arm was resting on the table, slender fingers holding a half-smoked cigarette.
Jing Ruo asked, "Why are you sitting out here?"
Bo Jingshen turned to glance at her, his gaze neither warm nor cold, somewhat indifferent.
If his gaze was only somewhat indifferent, the words he spoke after casually lifting his cigarette-holding hand were indeed quite cold.
He said, "Blind? Can't you see I'm smoking?"
Jing Ruo stomped her foot, "Can't you be a bit nicer to me?"
"No, so hurry up and go back where you came from," Bo Jingshen said coldly.
"I won't." Jing Ruo glared, "I just won't!"