Bei Yiyi went upstairs specifically to avoid the awkward atmosphere in the living room and to stay away from Wu Yao. She went directly to the guest room arranged for her by Mo Qiansu and locked the door from the inside, shutting herself in the room.
The water at the washstand flowed with a gurgling sound.
Bei Yiyi washed her face with cold water, but her mind was still in disarray. In her head, all she could think about was what Quan Che had said—Wu Yao was jealous...
Did he really care that much about her being with other men?
Did he have feelings for her?
One big question mark after another flashed through her mind incessantly.
Bei Yiyi slapped her own face and scolded herself for being so pathetic, "Bei Yiyi, oh, Bei Yiyi, how could you become so... pathetic?! Wasn't it enough to be hurt by that bastard once? You know he's a pit of fire, yet you still want to plunge headfirst into it?! Have you had your brain squeezed by a door?!"
