The Cushion

“Sister Xu.”

Bai Shan saw that Xu Yi’s face had turned red and wanted to come forward to help her catch her breath.

However, Xu Yi waved her hand and stepped back.

“No, cough, don’t come over!”

Xu Yi called out to him, calming her breath before saying in a slightly annoyed tone, “Pay attention to your words in the future, don’t speak recklessly.”

Xu Yi could be certain that Bai Shan had no improper intentions towards her, but his careless words were both amusing and ridiculous.

“Oh, alright then.”

Bai Shan replied with a hint of disappointment, thinking that he had missed a good opportunity.

Before long, the others also arrived in Xu Yi’s room and noticed the worn-out cushion sitting in the corner.

“Xu Yi, this cushion is too old. Here, let me give you two new ones.”

Feng Qingyang’s reaction was even more intense than Bai Shan’s as he immediately took out two exquisite cushions and handed them to Xu Yi.