Sheng Hanyu arrived at the bedroom door, gently turned the key in the lock, and the door was pulled open from the inside. A frail figure "whooshed" out and bumped into his embrace.
"Pretty quick on your feet, just not very good at picking a direction," Sheng Hanyu paused and then added, "Maybe intentionally so."
"Ptui!"
The tiny person in his arms struggled fiercely, twisting and turning within his grasp, but despite her best efforts, she couldn't break free from the man's constraints.
"Let go, let me go, release me!"
It seemed that since reclaiming her identity, this kind of "fuss" was more in line with Shi Youxuan's true nature. Sheng Hanyu found it amusing, but he didn't release her, instead pushing her back into the room and shutting the door.
"What are you trying to do?"
Shi Youxuan eyed him warily.