At that moment, those bawdy jokes were starting to play out like scenes in his mind...
De'an realized what those sounds were, and his face felt like it was on fire.
All thoughts of studying and the academy exam were flung to the back of his mind. Clutching Zhao Jing's pouch, De'an fled in a panic.
That day, as if by some unspoken agreement, Zhao Jing's three roommates didn't return until dusk.
De'an had whittled away half the day in a teahouse, while Huang Chen and Chu Xun had spent the afternoon at the Wang Family's home.
The three of them ran into each other at the entrance to the alley and stared at one another, momentarily at a loss for words.
Huang Chen wanted to tease De'an, to ask him why he was out too, but considering Chen Wanqing was his older sister, he couldn't bring himself to say anything too suggestive.
The sun was setting on West Mountain. The three made small talk as they walked unhurriedly toward the courtyard.
