The living room was quiet; Nian's father and mother had already cleaned up the dining table and gone into the kitchen.
Realizing the ambiguity in her words, Nian Yuyu let go of Chu You's arm she had been holding and was about to smooth things over when Chu You pre-empted her, "Okay."
His attention had indeed been diverted, and he was no longer considering helping with the dishes.
He glanced at the two bedroom doors, very eager, "Which one is your room?"
Nian Yuyu: ...
She suddenly remembered the first time she went to Chu You's house, and his invitation to show her his bedroom.
Their relationship was different from back then, inadvertently adding a hint of romance to the situation.
Embarrassed, Nian Yuyu pointed to one of the bedroom doors, "That one."
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Chu You's mouth. He glanced toward the kitchen and, not allowing any refusal, took Nian Yuyu's hand and pulled her toward the room she just pointed out.