Seeing Chen Yang wave dismissively, Wang Qingyue felt even more guilty, but she didn't say anything more afterward.
"I'll go make breakfast. After we finish eating, I'll take you to the temperature-controlled room for a look and familiarize you with the workflow," Chen Yang said, then turned and left the room to freshen up and prepare breakfast.
"Uh… okay."
Wang Qingyue's reply was blank as she nodded her head, then quickly got out of bed.
As she climbed out of bed, watching Chen Yang's departing figure, Wang Qingyue couldn't help but feel something strange in her heart.
Though her initial reaction earlier had been a bit intense, upon thinking about it carefully, she realized she didn't actually dislike it. In fact, recalling it made her feel somewhat sweet?
Why would she feel that way?
Thinking about this, Wang Qingyue's face suddenly reddened again.
"What am I even thinking? How could that possibly happen?"
