The sounds coming from inside the house not only halted Yang Duoduo in her tracks but also caused her small face to flush with redness.
Although she had lived a sheltered existence, confined to her boudoir for years, she was still an unmarried maiden.
But having enjoyed reading all sorts of books since childhood, she was not completely ignorant about matters between men and women.
Now, the sounds from within the room were nearly identical to those described in romance novels.
This only solidified the guess in Yang Duoduo's heart.
However, what welled up inside her was a heart full of sadness and unwillingness to concede.
"Could it be that Father was right? Does Chen not actually like me?"
At this thought, the once jubilant Yang Duoduo suddenly felt utterly disheartened.
She glanced at the thermos in her hand, and listening to the noises inside, her eyes quickly filled with tears.
