Those eyes were all misty, her little face pink, her ears too pink. Song Yongyu hurriedly put down the mirror, not daring to look anymore, mortified to death.
Su Xiaowan and the others were chatting downstairs when, after about ten more minutes, they saw Wu Yuming come down the stairs. He looked quite disheveled when he went up, but now he seemed to be beaming with satisfaction.
Su Xiaowan couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth and said to Wu Yuming, "Brother Wu, is my cousin feeling better? Has she come to terms with it?"
Wu Yuming, with a face neither red nor pale, said calmly, "Mhmm, it's been explained. It was a small misunderstanding, but it's all good now. However, she said she's a bit tired and wants to sleep first, so I came down."
