Qiao Xi was so irritated she felt like scratching someone. And he had the nerve to ask why?
She might as well leave some marks on him and see how he liked it!
"What's the rush," Qiao Xi gritted her teeth, "Just wait a moment."
Shen Dang: "Oh."
Another ten minutes passed before Qiao Xi finally pulled open the bathroom door and came out.
Her gaze was cool as she looked over at Shen Dang.
The latter was lazily leaning against the wall, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved at the corners, his eyes filled with a fine laughter.
He reached for her hand, "What took you so long?"
Qiao Xi pulled her hand back and huffed, ignoring him completely as she walked past him toward the living room.
Was she angry?
He didn't seem to have done anything to her this morning, did he?
Shen Dang followed Qiao Xi and, upon seeing her sit down, pulled out the chair next to her and sat down too.
He leaned forward, scrutinizing her at close range, "What's wrong?"
