"Why haven't you washed up yet?" Qi Zhi furrowed his brows, casually walked to the wardrobe, took out a white shirt, and put it on.
Hearing the 'creak' sound of the cabinet door, Xiao Guiyu breathed a sigh of relief.
After a few minutes, she finally parted her fingers slightly, and her black and white eyes peeked through the crack at Qi Zhi. When she saw Qi Zhi putting on his shirt, she lowered her hand.