Mo Xiaoqing changed her clothes and walked out of the restroom, only to notice something odd about Tangyu. Her gaze accidentally fell there, and she saw something unusual. The vision of the day she had an "honest" encounter with Tangyu suddenly flashed through her mind, and her cheeks could not help but blush with embarrassment. Every time she thought about it, it made Mo Xiaoqing feel incredibly shy, unsure of how to face Tangyu. Sometimes, a foolish idea even popped into her mind, that she could use this to coerce Tangyu into taking responsibility for her. But then, she would immediately feel despicable for thinking such thoughts. Of course, she would shake her head and dismiss the idea.
The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward; the two sat there, looking at each other, like a pair of love-struck youngsters, utterly unpolished in matters of love.
"Um, Tangyu, did you need something from me?" Mo Xiaoqing broke the silence.
