"Ye Qianqian?" Shen Zhilie called out when he didn't hear her reply.
Ye Qianqian was sitting on the floor. Her body was drenched from head to toe.
Her ankle was throbbing with pain. It felt as if any movement would be enough to snap it into two.
Ye Qianqian slowly inched her way over to the toilet and lowered the cover onto the seat before using it as a crutch to stand up.
Shen Zhilie could hear the commotion insider and yelled out again, "Ye Qianqian, what are you doing inside?"
When Ye Qianqian heard Shen Zhilie's voice, her aggrieved emotions came pouring forth again. She yelled back in reply, "I already told you that my ankle hurts! What are you making a ruckus about?"
Shen Zhilie didn't have a reply for that. After a moment's thought, he reached out to press the door handle.
Ye Qianqian heard it. Her eyes immediately widened in panic. "What are you doing?" she protested. "Are you trying to sneak a peek?"
