Liu Ying is indeed scared.
Behind the door, there is a delicate face that shows excitement and shyness.
Unlike yesterday when she appeared to challenge Liu Lan with confidence, it seems like the 13-year-old girl hiding behind the door now is the standard and classic Lolita.
"I am Xia Yu—"
A slightly familiar voice.
Liu Ying's hand on the door lock trembled a bit.
Even though yesterday's encounter was their first meeting, Liu Ying felt this voice was even more familiar than her mother's call.
She opened her mouth to respond.
"Don't remember?" the voice asked again.
"R-remember!"
Liu Ying said softly.
"Open the door for me!"
Then came the direct knocking on the door.
"Ah—"
Clearly startled, Liu Ying squatted down, covering her head with both hands, "Wait a minute!"
"How long to wait?"
"Wait a little!"
"I'm very busy, if you don't open it, I'm leaving..."
Saying that, Xia Yu pretended to turn around.
Click!
