C157 (9)

Youyou rummaged through her bag for the keys, whispering, “Put me down. You can head back now.” She was quite direct in showing him the door.

Yiming leaned in close, teasingly whispering in her ear, “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’m exhausted from taking care of you all night.”

“You didn’t have to take care of me; you’re the one who made me sick, so it’s your responsibility