As he mulled it over, Zhou Qingmei began to feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.
She suddenly shot to her feet.
"I just remembered, I have soup simmering in the kitchen. I'll go check on the fire…"
With that, she bolted.
Fang Shuwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was Yuqing Pavilion, not her Zhuji Pavilion.
'What kind of soup could she possibly be making here?'
'That silly girl can't even come up with a good excuse…'
Just then, a head peeked in from the doorway. Fang Shuwen's gaze met Zhou Qingmei's, and he heard her ask:
"What you said just now... you meant it, right? You're not going to trick me, are you?"
"…I won't."
Fang Shuwen said earnestly.
"That's good, then!"
Zhou Qingmei said:
"My soup's about to burn... I'd better go check on it."
Her head vanished with a WHOOSH, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
Fang Shuwen touched the corners of his mouth. Feeling them curve up a little too much, he gently pressed them down.
