Song Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, obviously not having reacted yet.
Yu Yang said again, "Didn't you look in the mirror before you left the house?"
"Yes, I was running late this morning, so..." Song Qinghuan blinked and replied. As she spoke, it seemed she thought of something and finally seemed to understand, her face blushing as she hurriedly ran to the restroom.
Sure enough, just as she had feared, she saw a clear bruise on her neck, a telltale sign of how it had been left. No wonder everyone had looked at her so oddly that morning.
Oh my god, how embarrassing, she really, really wanted to bang her head against a wall!!
It was all that damned Shi Yuhuan's fault. Last night, taking advantage of her dazed state, he had kept nibbling on her neck.
It was as if he wanted her to be too embarrassed to face anyone. Thinking about it, Song Qinghuan felt a flame of anger rising rapidly within her.