This remark left Yue Xiaofang numb from the tips of her hair to her heels.
It wasn't shyness, it was fear.
She remembered what Ma Jinbao was like back then.
When the matchmaker had come to her door, he spouted some nonsense about love at first sight, but then he treated her so horribly afterward.
With the lesson learned, Yue Xiaofang didn't say another word, she turned her head and ran.
Qiu Maode had thought that with his looks, coupled with the words he just spoke, even if a girl didn't blush to her ears, she wouldn't bolt like that.
Yue Xiaofang was still shaken when she got home, almost unable to hold the soy sauce bottle steady in her hand.
Lin Chunju, her hair wrapped up, was cleaning the beams atop a stool when she saw this and immediately stepped down.
"What happened?"
"Just now on my way back, I ran into Qiu Maode blocking my path."
After Yue Xiaofang explained what happened, Lin Chunju waved the feather duster twice in the air.