When Ye Shaoting kissed Zuo Qing subconsciously, Zuo Qing was stunned. By the time she reacted and pushed him away, they were both too awkward to find a place to hide.
In a room separated by a wall, the two of them lay on their backs on the bed in the same position, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
"Knock, knock."
A soft knock came from outside the door. Zuo Qing quickly sat up, instinctively tidying up her clothes.
"Come in, the door's not locked."
The trembling tone reached Ye Shaoting's ears. Zuo Qing herself hadn't realized that she was actually nervous.
Ye Shaoting just intended to invite her out for dinner, not expecting her to ask him in.
The thought barely lingered for a second in his mind before Ye Shaoting decisively pushed the door open and entered.
Zuo Qing obediently sat on the bed, her skirt neatly arranged, her clear, bright eyes looking at him uneasily.
