"Get lost!" Tang Yuran, her face flushed with anger, pushed her two roommates away and walked over to her cabinet to start packing her things.
"What are you doing??" Ai Yuwen watched as Tang Yuran began to pack in silence and couldn't help but say, "Come on, Simei and I were just teasing you a bit. Are you really planning to pack up and run away from the dorm??"
"Exactly, exactly! If you don't want to talk about it, we won't ask. Whether you've hooked up with a Chongqing guy or a Chengdu guy, we're fine with assuming that you really just had hotpot that made your mouth go numb from the spice," Xie Simei added after Ai Yuwen's remarks.
Tang Yuran stopped packing, thought for a moment, then said to her roommates, "Did I ever tell you that I've been waiting for someone to come back?"
"Huh?" Ai Yuwen was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yeah, that underaged sweetheart from high school, right? Didn't you say that after he went to America, there's been no word at all?"
