No matter how many times it happened, Jiang Yuchi could never convince herself to face the fact that a Yu Qinghuai might randomly spawn inside her room. Seeing no path for escape, she could only stiffen her face and shuffle inside.
It was her own room, yet she felt like a thief sneaking in. Who on earth could she turn to for a sense of justice?
Yu Qinghuai, however, remained calm. Although his hair appeared to have been roughly towel-dried, it was still visibly damp, heavy with water as if it might drip at any moment.
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