Tang Li said, patiently waiting.
About five minutes passed with no reaction from the curtains or the glass door.
...Could he really have fallen asleep?
Tang Li tiptoed and craned her neck to look inside; she had never disliked how tightly shut the curtains were. She took out her cellphone from the pocket of her pajamas and sent a text message: "[Grinning]."
The recipient, of course, was Mr. Song.
After sending the message, Tang Li waited a bit longer.
But the message sank without a trace.
Bitten by mosquitoes several times, red welts started to appear on her fair legs, not wanting to continue feeding the mosquitoes, she could only head back to her room, turning her head with each step.
She wasn't stupid, it wasn't hard to tell that Song Baiyan was deliberately not letting her in.
Was he afraid she would do something to him again?
Tang Li couldn't help but think, even though she hadn't done anything yet.
