"Better get started on the cooking," Shen Shuci grumbled, wishing she could just cover her mouth.
Tang Wan stopped teasing her, "In a couple of days, I'm going to try on the Xiuhe dress. You should come with me."
Shen Shuci nodded, and Tang Wan caught a glimpse of her holding a kitchen knife and starting to chop potatoes, looking as if she had a personal vendetta against them.
...
In the front yard, Jiang Chengsi was cracking sunflower seeds, leaning on Huo Qinqi, "How's it going with your aunt? What stage have you reached?"
"Is that any of your business?"
"When was your first time? Come on, spill."
Huo Qinqi couldn't be bothered with him, especially since he and Shen Shuci hadn't even reached that stage.
Yet, whenever someone brought up these topics, their glances met charged with a warm current, stirring subtle ripples in their hearts.
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