The three-story detached villa was spacious, and just the men's bathroom alone was the size of a typical three-bedroom apartment. Ye Xian groped around for a while, and just as she turned on the faucet, she sensed a shadow looming behind her, dimly blocking the light above her head.
She jerked her head up and saw the man in the mirror, uttering a shriek, "Ah—"
Bo Tingshen: "Scream a little louder."
"You..." Ye Xian turned around, furious and embarrassed, looking at him, "Are you trying to scare me to death? Why are you following me?"
"Following you? Can't I be here?"
Ye Xian saw the men's restroom sign, "..."
She held back.
"Of course, this is your house; where can't you go?"
Three sinks, and he just had to fight over the one she was using.
