Sitting on the couch with Tangyu, Song Qingyu soon felt a bit awkward; the atmosphere was just not right. She turned on the TV in a hurry, only to land on a love scene, which made the already embarrassing mood even more intense.
Song Qingyu's cheeks, without her realizing when, had flushed a few shades of red. She hurriedly changed the channel, but somehow, the next one showed a couple deeply kissing. Another switch, and it was a breast enhancement advertisement—finding no way out, Song Qingyu simply turned the TV off altogether.
"You just can't watch TV these days," Song Qingyu complained, trying to cover her embarrassment. She didn't understand why she felt this way. There was nothing going on between her and Tangyu.
Watching Song Qingyu's reaction, Tangyu couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
"Your place is really well-decorated and cozy; it must be nice to have someone around," Tangyu initiated the conversation when he noticed Song Qingyu seemed somewhat uncomfortable.
