"Click!" An You opened the door again.
An Yang was actually standing right outside, which made her furious. It was as if he'd known all along that Xiao Xueer would kick her out! Yes, kick her out.
"An Yang, you've got some nerve!" An You gritted out, then shoved him hard and walked off into the night, clutching a pillow.
"Thanks," An Yang said.
"Thanks for what? You two are both willing participants. You're the emperor of an alien empire, so what can I do about you?" An You said irritably. She stepped into the hallway and made room for him. "Hurry up. You've got five minutes. Don't bully Xueer, and don't touch her!"
"Hm? Didn't you say you couldn't do anything about me? Why are you still trying to control me?" An Yang asked meekly from the doorway.
"Hey, are you saying you actually intend to touch her?" An You stomped on his foot, then checked her phone. "You've got four and a half minutes!"
"Fine!"
An Yang went right in and shut the door behind him.
Then came two crisp clicks.
He'd locked it.
An You was left standing outside, stunned.
Inside, Xiao Xueer wore a sheer silk nightgown. She sat curled up on the bed, her long hair spilling down her back, her arms crossed over her chest in a pose meant to ward off perverts. Girls usually didn't wear bras to bed, so she was bare beneath the nightgown. She made no move to put on more clothes or pull up the covers. Instead, she used the instinctive pose most girls adopted to cover herself, but her slender arms could only hide a little.
An Yang couldn't see the full view of her chest through her arms and the sheer silk, but he could glimpse its