Two women entered the bathroom together; Luo Xiaoqian was busy grabbing a tissue to help wipe her face, but Xu Pei raised her hand to block Xiaoqian's palm, took the tissue, dampened it with cold water, and gently iced her forehead while lifting her face to look at Luo Xiaoqian in the mirror.
"You're living together, right?"
"Yes..." Luo Xiaoqian first nodded, then began to wave her hands somewhat frantically, "No... Not that..."
"I was just joking with you, but it's quite normal, isn't it?"
Xu Pei lowered her face; her tone was calm, but her grip on the tissue tightened suddenly, distorting its shape as it absorbed the water.
Luo Xiaoqian laughed dryly, "If you're not feeling well, maybe you should go home. A good night's sleep might help."
By the time Xu Pei stood upright again, her expression had returned to normal.