Song Huanyan blushed and didn't dare to remove the quilt from her face.
She felt too embarrassed to face anyone.
She had caused such a blunder in front of Yun Jianchen.
Would Yun Jianchen think that she spent all her time thinking about that sort of thing?
"I'm going downstairs, do you want to eat?" Yun Jianchen asked.
"...No," Song Huanyan said through gritted teeth.
Yun Jianchen looked at Song Huanyan with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, then left the room to go downstairs and boil noodles.
"Ahhh..." Song Huanyan screamed in collapse, punching the quilt with her fists.
So embarrassing, utterly embarrassing, embarrassingly mortifying.
Yun Jianchen, walking down the corridor, heard Song Huanyan's screams and couldn't help but curl his lips upward.
His married life with her was amusingly different from what he had imagined.
...
It only took Yun Jianchen twenty minutes to prepare the noodles.
