A moment later, the stall door in the restroom creaked open, and Tian Jing emerged with a flushed face, instinctively holding up the hem of her work skirt. As she looked up, she saw Su Ming standing not far away, his eyes fixed on her with an indescribable mix of curiosity and inquiry.

Tian Jing's cheeks grew even hotter. She glared at him, her voice tinged with embarrassment and a hint of playful annoyance, "Still looking?"

"Huh? I didn't see anything!" Su Ming scratched the back of his head instinctively, his eyes darting elsewhere, though his words were still defensive.

"You jerk, you really did peek!" Tian Jing was both embarrassed and angry, quickly stepping forward and swinging her soft fists at Su Ming's shoulder. The punches were so gentle that they felt more like caresses than hits.