But since she doesn't mind, why should a man like me be afraid?
Just as Zhou Shu raised his hand and was about to pounce on Yin Wuyou like a hungry wolf…
Yin Wuyou whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Didn't you ask me if I've heard of the imperial cauldrons before? I remember now!"
Zhou Shu's raised hands suddenly froze. Grand Minister, you're acting so ambiguously just to tell me this?
Do we need to talk about this in bed?
Is the bed a place for discussing such matters?
Yin Wuyou sat cross-legged in front of Zhou Shu, her knees almost touching his knees. She leaned forward slightly, revealing her alluring curves in front of him.
"I might have seen it when I was young," she whispered into his ear.
Zhou Shu knew that Yin Wuyou was afraid someone would eavesdrop, but this ambiguous atmosphere still made him involuntarily think about all sorts of things.
