And closed the door.
Bang.
As the door shut.
Isolation fell again between inside and outside.
When Xiang Yi entered, Tang Language was slightly lifting her skirt, looking at her toes, seemingly pondering if her skirt was really too long.
Meanwhile, Zhou Jian and Igri Saba remained standing in their original positions.
When Igri Saba saw Xiang Yi, he immediately shifted his gaze from Tang Language to her, mockingly smiling, "A false alarm, was it? And then again, that old tune of trust me? Hahaha… How does it feel?"
Clearly.
The earlier dead silence.
Made him think it was just a false alarm outside.
After all, everything happened too quickly.
Xiang Yi slowly looked at Igri Saba; words that just now made her uncomfortable, even oppressive, suddenly turned into mere noise.
In that moment.
Xiang Yi even found Igri Saba somewhat… ridiculous.
