Cucumbers?
Ever since college, upon seeing the girls in her dorm frequently bringing cucumbers into the room, and at times not for eating or facial masks, she'd become somewhat unable to bear looking straight at cucumbers.
Especially in the dead of night, her disdain for cucumbers intensified even further.
Damn it, giving her a cucumber, what did that imply!
Zhang Fan, too, noticed the change in Ye Yanran's expression, then his eyes widened in shock—could it be that this tigeress didn't date because she had a substitute?
Immediately, a meaningful smile spread across Zhang Fan's face, his lips curling into a mischievous grin.
Seeing this, Ye Yanran's anger ratcheted up even more. This bastard!
Her eyes narrowed, she fiercely bit through the cucumber, and at the same time, her cold gaze swept across Zhang Fan's lower body.
Zhang Fan's legs clenched tightly, and a chill shot up his spine in an instant, especially the crunching sound, which made him empathize painfully.
