"If you don't come out soon, I'm coming in." Pei Yicheng's voice sounded from outside the door.
Xu Nianhua dragged herself out of the bathroom, wishing she could disappear right there.
She cleared her throat and said, "I—I was just using the bathroom."
"Really?" Pei Yicheng looked at her with a half-smile, "Your ears are all red—are you sure it's not because you're shy?"
"Who's shy? What's there for me to be shy about?"
Xu Nianhua pressed her lips together, her face feeling burning hot. She switched the topic, "By the way, Yicheng, there's something I want to ask your help with. Do you know anyone who's really good with their hands? Preferably retired, trustworthy character."
Xu Nianhua spoke quickly, and after she got to the main topic, she felt her cheeks—hot a moment ago—gradually cooling down.
"For what?" Pei Yicheng's smile faded as he asked.
"I..."
