Having heard what she said, Han Qiqing was blank for a moment. Suddenly, an odd smile appeared on her face as she said, "You were saying… that he was taking a cold shower?"
Mu Xiaoxiao nodded her head, feeling puzzled as she asked, "Tell me, what does sleeping in the bedroom have anything got to do with taking a cold shower? There's nothing!"
Han Qiqing clasped her mouth, laughing. "Of course there is!"
"How is it related?" Mu Xiaoxiao looked at her, surprised.
"Are you dense! Xiaoxiao, I'm really doubting whether you've really been in the States for four years. The culture there… whatever that is, is so open-minded. You don't know what that means?" Han Qiqing shook her head and lamented her naivety.
"What? Answer me first, what has that one thing got to do with the other?" Mu Xiaoxiao was strongly dissatisfied at why she called her dense.
