The tumultuous events of the night made Yang Chen hesitant to look at Lin Ruoxi's expression during breakfast the next morning.
It wasn't that Yang Chen was shy; he just felt that what he had done was quite childish, and not only that, it had also failed! He felt ashamed to face anyone.
Lin Ruoxi, on the other hand, seemed as if nothing had happened at all. She ate slowly and composedly, displaying the calmness of an iceberg. Her emotions were inscrutable.
The most troubled and nervous person was Huilin, sandwiched between the two, not knowing where to stand.
Last night, when Yang Chen touched her body and kissed her earring, Huilin's entire being heated up. She felt tingly all over and couldn't sleep all night.
