"Little Fox—Yellow Dog—" Murong Hui's voice came from outside: "Where did you go?"
Ying Rushi hurriedly released Yan Qing and tidied up the outfit that had been messed up, while Yan Qing also turned around and made some adjustments.
"It was just a special situation," Ying Rushi reminded: "Just don't mess around in front of Hui."
Yan Qing had good reading comprehension: "So, it's okay in private?"
Ying Rushi immediately crossed her arms over her chest and stepped back, her eyes showing a mix of wariness, coolness, shyness, and a hint of annoyance.
Yan Qing's mouth twitched: "Let's not talk about this for now—"
"For now?"
"—Didn't you feel a lot better just now? If you're angry, let it out; if you're unhappy, say it. There's no need to wrong yourself." Yan Qing rubbed his neck: "You're not alone anymore; you don't have to hide your feelings."
Ying Rushi was taken aback: "Did you just make me angry on purpose?"
"Yes!" Yan Qing immediately replied.
