Su Liuying returned to the private room and sat in her spot. She felt entirely uncomfortable, as if the faint scent of musk still lingered on her, making her expression turn somewhat unnatural. She was terrified that someone might detect something amiss.
"Liuying, why were you gone for so long? We had quite a lively time just now; it's a shame you missed it!"
Wen Xiaojie approached her as she entered the private room to strike up a conversation.
"Oh, that... I suddenly had a stomach ache and squatted for a bit too long..."
Thinking about what had happened in the men's washroom made her face turn red with embarrassment. Fortunately, the lighting in the private room was dim, hiding her discomfort.
"I see! But try to hang in there a little longer; the party is almost over, and as the protagonist, it wouldn't be great for you to leave early."
Wen Xiaojie glanced at the time; the party was indeed almost coming to an end.
"I'm fine. Go have fun, I'll just drink some more hot water!"
