The man stepped back a pace and sat down on the bed, his long legs crossed casually, adopting a posture that was indifferent and nonchalant.
"Do you need me to repeat myself?" Mo Hexuan's tone carried a hint of impatience.
Qin Youxue shuddered, hurriedly scrambling down from the sofa. However, she had been curled up for so long that her body felt stiff. As she climbed off the sofa, her legs gave out, and she collapsed, kneeling on the floor.
"Tsk."
A sharp, disdainful sound came from above her head, "Are you fucking stalling for time?"
"…"
Qin Youxue trembled again. She hastily lifted her eyes to steal a glance at Mo Hexuan. His strikingly handsome face looked to her, at this moment, no less than the Demon crawling out of hell.
Wobbling as she got to her feet, she ignored the pain in her knees and struggled to open the bathroom door before slipping inside.
Moments later, the sound of water cascading from the showerhead filled the bathroom.
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