Qin Ying was so startled that she hastily pushed Song Tian away and reached for her pants, her face a canvas of panic. If someone caught wind of her improper relations with Song Tian, she'd be toast.
Song Tian quickly grabbed her and said, "Auntie, don't panic, I'll see who it is."
Song Tian went to the door and peeked out, only to see a cleaning lady dragging her cart away.
Relief washed over Qin Ying as she slumped at the doorway, limp as a noodle.
Song Tian rushed to help her up, but Qin Ying recoiled as if electrocuted, "Don't, don't touch me!"
Song Tian sighed inwardly, knowing better than to lay a finger on her here, and even at home, she'd probably resist him fiercely.
He felt a twinge of irritation in his heart. With Shiyu's return in a few days, he feared his chances would be shot.
Fortunately, his mentor Zhang Wanhua called him to the university, providing an escape from the awkwardness between the two of them.