After finishing things up, Xiao Nanqing didn't go out right away.
Qin, tall and thin, lazily leaned on the sink, with one hand in his pocket and the other pulling out a cigarette, which he placed between his thin lips, squinting his phoenix eyes at the tightly closed bathroom door.
About twenty minutes passed, and a faint, muffled sound slipped through the door panel.
Xiao Nanqing smirked and directly threw the cigarette butt on the expensive porcelain floor, grinding it out with his shoe.
After a while, a cautious female voice came through the door panel, "Xiao Nanqing."
Xiao Nanqing stood up straight, his shoes silent on the floor.
"Xiao Nanqing." The girl's voice raised a pitch.
Xiao Nanqing strolled to the wall near the door, his phoenix eyes intensely fixed on the door.
"Xiao Nanqing, if you're okay, say something..." The girl's voice was anxious, even a bit shaky.
Xiao Nanqing lightly curled his lips, leisurely leaning against the wall.
