Dudu glared at him before stepping aside to let him in. As he walked towards the bathroom with his back to her, she couldn't help but take a few extra glances at him. Unexpectedly, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Aren't you afraid of living alone in such a big house?"
Dudu's gaze wavered guiltily. She changed the subject, saying, "Hurry up and wash up, don't talk so much."
Shen Yiran nodded slightly, glanced around briefly, then headed to the bathroom. Dudu sat absentmindedly in the living room, and about ten minutes later, she heard his voice coming from the bathroom, "Su Yutong."
Dudu paused. He rarely called her by her name; the number of times he did so since childhood could be counted on one hand.
Her heart pounded, but she pretended to be impatient as she replied, "What?"
"Pass me a towel. Mine got wet."
