After hearing the noise outside, Tang Xin hurriedly came out of the bathroom, having just changed her clothes. She walked in slippers to the living room, seeing the marble table split in half and Xu Xiaoyou still standing there with a whip in her hand. She sighed softly.
Xu Xiaoyou watched as the girl walked up to her. Her blue hair wasn't fully dried yet, droplets of water fell from her cool face to her shoulders and neck, revealing a slight, dreamy beauty under her short sleeves.
"I've told you many times not to mess around in the room. Here, give me your hand," Tang Xin said helplessly.
It was only then that Xu Xiaoyou noticed her own hand was injured, thinking it must have been cut by the marble fragments flying off the coffee table.
After a simple cleaning of her wound, the other person applied a small pig band-aid to her index finger and smiled warmly.
"It's quite cute, suits you."
Looking at the girl's slightly curved eyes, Xu Xiaoyou guiltily averted her gaze.
