Shi Yuke gently pushed the door open, and it really did open. Ah Chou was sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching TV and laughing uproariously.
That face was already ugly, and it looked even worse when she laughed.
She only glanced at her once before immediately turning her head away; she couldn't bear to look any longer, or else she might vomit!
Ah Chou spoke, "From now on, do not enter my room, get out."
...
The moment she began to speak, her voice was even more unpleasant, sounding like metal scraping against glass.
Shi Yuke almost threw the tray and ran out.
She forcefully controlled herself, but the bowls and plates still kept clanging against each other on the tray, and Shi Yuke's teeth were chattering, "Ah, Ah Chou, I, I came to bring you food."
She placed the tray on the table and ran away as if fleeing.
She had prepared a bellyful of flattery and introductions to curry favor, but she hadn't managed to say a single word.
"Pfft—"
