Despite the lack of celebratory red lanterns or marriage candles or rings, Tang Yuyan’s happiness was unrivalled. But right at the moment where she willed to douse herself in bliss, someone had to ruin it. There was someone behind the door. 

The footsteps outside had caused the entangled couple to pause their rendezvous abruptly. This almost felt like deja vu, much like the slight taste of pleasure she tasted on the night at Dawang snow mountain. She couldn’t believe that she was getting a second chance. She had only gotten a slight taste, jeez! 

As they ceased their wrestling, Tang Yuyan pinned her gaze on the door nervously. While she couldn’t see who was behind it, her training since childhood had allowed her to obtain heightened senses. She was certain that someone was here. But who was it? Tang Yuyan couldn’t tell if it was Tang Bochuan, Zhang Yumei or even Tang Yunhai or Tang Tianlong. 

Xia Lei followed her gaze, immediately noting the pacing Zhang Yumei behind the door. 

Zhang Yumei had plastered the side of her face against the door in an obvious attempt to figure out what was happening inside. After two seconds...