Chen Yifan pushed open the door and walked out of the room.
At this moment, he had already dressed neatly, looking completely composed and showing no signs of having just masturbated.
Qin Yue stood by the sofa, still some distance away from Chen Yifan who had just walked out of the room. However, he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw her. It was obvious he had not expected her to have already returned home.
However, Chen Yifan quickly composed himself, casually closing the door and calmly asking Qin Yue, "When did you get back?"
"Oh, I just came in."
Qin Yue couldn't help but feel a tightness in her heart when she saw Chen Yifan. The images she had just seen while hiding outside his room kept replaying in her mind, but she managed to keep her composure and didn't show any signs of unusuality when she spoke.
"Weren't you tired when we talked on the phone earlier? Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Oh, I'll go to bed soon."
As he spoke, Chen Yifan walked closer to Qin Yue, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the messy clothing bags on the sofa.
"Are these clothes you just bought?"
"Mhm, just grabbed a few. They'll do for now."
Chen Yifan didn't say anything more. He raised his head, about to turn and walk away, but then his expression suddenly furrowed as his gaze swept over Qin Yue.
"Why did you change your clothes?" Chen Yifan took two steps forward as he spoke, standing directly in front of Qin Yue. "And this outfit doesn't look like newly bought clothes. What's going on?"
His sharp eyes quickly noticed something amiss, making Qin Yue nervous for a moment. In response to his question, she smiled and replied, "Um, it's nothing, just…"
Chen Yifan's gaze shifted up from her body, cutting her off before she could finish speaking. "Your hair wasn't this messy when you left. How come it's…"
At this point, Chen Yifan's frown deepened, and he lifted his hand to touch Qin Yue's slightly disheveled hair beside her face.
His face displayed a clear expression of concern. Under normal circumstances, Qin Yue would have been delighted, but now she stared nervously, her eyes fixed on his hand beside her face.
This hand was the same hand that Chen Yifan had just used to grip his penis while masturbating.
Qin Yue couldn't help but slowly inhale, and a faint smell of semen entered her nostrils. Upon smelling it, her pupils instinctively dilated slightly, and she hesitantly pushed away Chen Yifan's hand.
"Just had a little mishap when I went out earlier, nothing major."
She said with a smile, trying to brush it off. Chen Yifan, upon hearing her words, didn't relax his frown but instead continued to ask, "Where's the dress I got for you to wear?"
"Oh… that… I'm sorry… The dress got ruined… so…"
Qin Yue's tone sounded somewhat guilty and nervous, but to her surprise, Chen Yifan wasn't concerned about the dress. Instead, he suddenly became anxious and asked, "Are you hurt?"
"Huh?" Qin Yue hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "No, I'm not hurt."
She decided not to mention the incident with Zhang Yaru blocking her earlier.
She was worried that if Chen Yifan knew about the incident, he would be upset and might even act irrationally. As long as Zhang Yaru didn't cross any further boundaries, it was best to pretend the incident never happened.
"Oh, that's good then." Chen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Qin Yue say she was fine.
Seemingly realizing he had been overly concerned, Chen Yifan didn't press further. He cleared his throat gently and changed the subject, saying, "Rest early. Don't worry too much about the changes in your body for now. Take your time to observe before making any decisions."
"Mm."
Qin Yue replied softly, and Chen Yifan didn't say anything more. He turned and walked into the bathroom.