Open the door! An Dayang, open the door! I know you're definitely inside the room! I need you for something!
An You stood outside the door, shouting several times in a row, and knocked again, but no one answered the whole time. She couldn't help frowning, slowly wrapped her hand around the door handle, with a click opened the door, poked her head in, looked left and right down the hallway inside the room, and listened carefully for a moment, confirming there was no splashing sound of a bath and some weird sounds, before she shouted, If you don't answer me, I'm going to open the door myself, oh, I'm coming in.
She shut the door behind her and walked in, hearing no response the entire time, which made her wonder if this guy had inexplicably disappeared again.
Until she walked down the hallway and her view suddenly widened, she saw An Yang sitting cross-legged on the bed drinking milk. She was stunned at first, and after recovering her wits, she immediately took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips, and glared angrily at An Yang: Would it kill you to answer me if you're in the room?!
You still came in anyway, didn't you? An Yang stuck out his tongue and licked the milk foam on his lips, saying indifferently.
An You was wearing a pure white, soft shirt that reached her thighs; it was very thin, but not transparent, and the hem had an uneven cut, making it quite pretty. She wore nothing underneath, though she didn't expose anything, her two fair, tender legs exposed to the air, and she wore a pair of small black flip-flops on her feet, making her look somewhat like an enticing uniform for a specific scenario.
You!! An You let