"Clack, clack."
Footsteps sounded outside the door, as if someone was drunk, drawing closer step by step until finally stopping right outside.
Yang Xiao didn't dare move a muscle, his heart in his throat while Aisha was separated from him by just a door.
The mysterious person behind him also became noticeably tense, the hand covering Yang Xiao's mouth started to tremble slightly.
Time ticked away second by second, and after a full half minute, there was finally some movement outside, the stiff footsteps gradually fading away, signaling Aisha's departure.
But Yang Xiao and the person behind him still dared not move. The two of them held on for a full two minutes more until they were sure Aisha had indeed left, then Yang Xiao slowly raised his hand and gently tapped the hand covering his mouth.
The skin of the hand was tight and smooth, confirming Yang Xiao's suspicion—it was indeed a young woman.
However, it couldn't be Sopa, as the feel from behind was much bigger.
"Whew—"
