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The hotel door clicked shut. Yaoyao stood in the entryway, forcing herself not to look at Chen Yuan. A sour feeling churned in her heart, astringent and bitter like an unripe fruit. Her entire being radiated resistance and resentment.
"You're back? What did you get to drink? Did you get it with ice, Ningning? Back in Lanjing, you always wanted your milk tea hot, but I guess you're back to drinking it iced here. I was just thinking how stuffy it is in here. It must be the humidity."
Chen Yuan had absolutely no idea that he was facing Yaoyao.
The affectionate "Ningning" had slipped out so naturally, and he failed to notice the distinct twitch of Yaoyao's eyelid right after he said it.
Her hand, wrapped around the drink, also tightened its grip.
Right then, Yaoyao looked like the vengeful spirit of a wife who had just discovered her husband's affair but didn't dare to expose him. She was so angry she could have fainted, so frustrated she could have died!
