"Ah, I know, I know."
Liu Yufei smiled and patted his arm, her eyes full of an "I understand" look.
"I was young once too. There's no need to say any more. I understand all these things."
As she spoke, she turned and headed for the kitchen, giving Su Yu no chance to explain further.
Su Yu stood where he was, watching Liu Yufei's retreating figure, and sighed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Inside the room, Zhu Zhuqing heard the conversation outside, and the blush that had yet to fade completely instantly crept back over her cheeks.
She covered her burning face, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into-now she could not wash herself clean even if she jumped into the Yellow River!
When Su Yu pushed the door open and entered, he saw Zhu Zhuqing's embarrassed state and could not help chuckling.
"All right, stop blushing. Your mother was only joking."
Zhu Zhuqing glared at him, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum. "It's all your fault!"
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault."
Su Yu accepted the blame with a smile, stepped forward, picked up the comb, and gently combed her long hair.
"Hurry up and get ready, or breakfast will get cold."
Su Yu closed the door and looked back at the bulging quilt on the bed. Shaking his head helplessly, he walked over and patted it gently.
"All right, your mother's gone. Stop pretending."
The person beneath the quilt stirred but did not lift it.
Su Yu chuckled, deliberately rubbing his lower back as he sighed.
"Ah, someone really showed no mercy. That throw nearly broke my back..."
The moment he finished, a corner of the quilt flew open. Zhu Zhuqing poked her head out and glared at him,