“What are you doing in there?” Xi Qingchuan asked. It was typical of him to ask me questions that I couldn’t answer.
“What do you think?” I said. He had pulled open the door just as I was done shooting my question back at him. He stood at the doorway while I stood inside the bathroom, partially undressed and a sleeve hanging off my shoulder. I looked like an absolute idiot.
“You should’ve at least knocked,” I said flatly. I was used to such behavior from Xi Qingchuan.