The next day.
Qin Yu was woken by the urge to urinate and staggeringly made his way to the bathroom door, pushing it open and walking in.
"Ah... Qin Yu, what are you doing?"
A sharp scream rang out, instantly banishing his sleepiness.
"Uh... sorry, sorry...."
Qin Yu was stunned too, having gotten used to living alone; he wasn't quite adjusted to racing a woman to the bathroom when he was in a hurry in the morning.
He still thought he was in his shack in the urban village.
Seeing Yan Mingyu glaring at him with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, he also felt somewhat awkward.
She was wrapped in a bathrobe, sitting on the toilet, exposing two snow-white and round thighs that were profoundly enticing.
"Then why don't you go out? What are you standing there for?"
Yan Mingyu wished she could grab a knife and stab him a few times, her mouth saying sorry, but where were his eyes looking?