"Yao!" Her face heated up, and she quickly corrected herself. It wasn't entirely her fault; she had always called him Young Master before, and who knew last night he wanted her to call him by his name?
After correcting herself, she hastily fled with her head down, and when she reached the doorway, she bumped into the doorframe. With a muffled cry of pain, she felt utterly embarrassed, covered her forehead, and disappeared from Beitang Yao's sight while grimacing in pain.
Being seen like this by him, she felt a slight surge of impatience in her heart.
Beitang Yao watched her not looking where she was going and bumping into the door; he was in a great mood. His laughter wasn't adding insult to injury or reveling in her misfortune, but rather laughing at how truly silly and foolish she was. How could she bump into such a big door?
