Having answered Zhao Li's question, Lin Youwei's cheeks were already blazing red.
Zhao Li let out a deep sigh and said, "I didn't expect you to be willing to give your first time to Chen Feng. It seems you've encountered true love."
"Ah, Sister Li, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all," Lin Youwei exclaimed in astonishment, suddenly lifting her head.
"You don't need to pretend anymore." Zhao Li said firmly, "I've already guessed it. You said your finger got hurt, but it's not like that at all. That bloodstain, it must be…"
"Stop, stop, stop." Lin Youwei was shocked. "Sister Li, isn't your imagination a bit too wild? Even if I really did give him my first time, it wouldn't make sense for blood to flow from the kitchen to the couch, right? Look at the floor; it's dotted with blood all the way."
"I didn't expect your first time to be so intense. I need to have a serious talk with you. You can't do this; it's not good for you," Zhao Li said earnestly.
"I…"
