After a Few Hours!
"You girls auditioning for tragedy queens now?"
Wang Xiao sprawled on the bed, arms stretched behind his head, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. His tone was light, but his eyes—sharp and unblinking—cut through the room.
Li Xiaoqing had bolted hours ago, hurling something about "police" before slamming the door. A performance, really. Dramatic, but forgettable.
Qian Ruixin? She just sat there, perched on the edge of the bed like a bird that didn't know if it could still fly. Her hair hung in damp strands, her eyes hollow and swollen. The sheets clung to her like a shield, but it didn't hide the tension in her shoulders.
Wang Xiao sighed, tilting his head. "Come on, Rui. Don't act like I drowned your puppy."
Still, she said nothing.
Wang Xiao amazed, added, "Silent treatment? Huh — That's cute. Didn't think you had it in you."