Jiang Yan: "You're just too thin-skinned. I suggest you look up some techniques online about how to show a man that you love him—put on a little act for Mr. Fu and you'll get scolded less."
Wen Ran: "What kind of lousy idea is that?!"
Jiang Yan: "Some things might be lousy, but they can be irresistible, like... tofu that's gone bad but turned into stinky tofu?"
Well, she was at a loss for words.
Wen Ran stared at the ceiling, zoning out, yet somehow, the scene of her sitting on Fu Chenlie's lap surged into her mind.
It seemed she didn't despise it as much as she imagined when his calloused fingertips touched her face, and her heart seemed to have harshly throbbed when his lips touched her cheek; she just couldn't tell whether that was nervousness or...
Something else?
Unable to figure it out, she simply stopped thinking about it.