Frankly speaking, Yang Rou was already a mature woman.
Even though that era was relatively conservative, but having graduated in her teens and lived in society for over twenty years, she was at least familiar with the concept even if she hadn't "eaten pork" herself.
Moreover, she herself had needs and occasionally would take care of them herself.
Such matters, for people of her age, weren't exactly private.
But... perhaps because she had never "interacted" with "someone,"
Yang Rou always felt somewhat uneasy.
Especially since it was the person she liked.
Yang Rou's heart felt even quicker.
That feeling... made her helplessly reminisce about her teenage years, when she met handsome guys or someone she was fond of.
These thoughts also led her to reflect: indeed, love makes one feel young...
While contemplating this, Yang Rou took several deep breaths to calm her heart. Then, wearing slippers and holding her clothes, she left the bathroom.
