Xu Qingyan looked at her retreating back and said, "If you fall down in the bathroom, I bet by the time you wake up tomorrow morning we'll definitely be seeing each other candidly."
At his words, Pei Muchan's figure stiffened.
"Then I'm going to sleep first..."
"Not taking a shower?"
Pei Muchan: "..."
In response to Xu Qingyan was the sound of the room door closing with a light bang, which made Xu Qingyan's mouth curl into a smile. He lay down on the sofa and turned on the living room TV.
After casually switching to a channel that interested him, the corners of his mouth slowly flattened. He stretched out his hand and grabbed at the air unconsciously, still somewhat surprised.
Some words seemed unspoken, yet also articulated.
In a daze, at three o'clock in the morning.
Xu Qingyan heard a soft sound from the door and turned his head from the sofa. He locked eyes with the now sober Pei Muchan, and she immediately stepped back, hugging her chest.