Because of that plate of dumplings as a cover, Wang Shuyun didn't go downstairs all afternoon.
So embarrassing!
Her mouth had been kissed red and swollen by Yang Aiguo; how could She still have the face to go down and see anyone?
Luckily, her room was fairly close to the bathroom upstairs; She went to splash cold water on herself for quite a while before She finally calmed down.
But the moment Yang Aiguo came, he went straight into her room, and maybe because he had a guilty conscience, Wang Shuyun kept feeling that everyone must know what the two of them had been doing upstairs.
In reality, everyone really didn't know what the two of them had been up to upstairs.
They just found it strange that they hadn't started fighting after such a long time—now that was a miracle.
But thinking about the way the two of them had been getting along these past two years, it was somewhat understandable.
