"Are you really okay?"
"Really, go have your meal!"
Phoebe didn't say anything else, turned around, checked on the pet sleeping peacefully on the big bed, and then walked back outside to have her meal.
In the restroom, Shiwu listened to his footsteps leave, and only then did she let out a long sigh of relief.
She lifted her face to look at the mirror on the wall above the sink, seeing her familiar face with flushed cheeks.
"Shiwu, oh Shiwu, why are you being so lame? Seriously, it's just a man, is it necessary to be all flustered like this?"
Rolling her eyes at herself in self-mockery, she lowered her face again and continued washing the pet's small clothes in her hands.
After finishing up, she rinsed them several times and wrung out the water forcefully.
Watching the droplets fall onto the ground, Phoebe's face flashed before her once more.
Suddenly, an unsettling possibility popped into her head.
She...could she be falling for that jerk?
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