It was another night where her plan had failed.
Coincidentally, Ye Qiuqiu sent her a message. "Buddy, what have you been busy with recently? Have you forgotten about me?"
At that time, Lin Gantang was thinking of a countermeasure. Wen Yanqing was asleep, and she was stroking his hair from time to time. When she saw her phone light up, she used her free right hand to reply: I'm busy handling my man.
Middle of the night, man; her thoughts instantly raced.
"In the past, you were shy when I asked you to kiss. Now, you're taking the initiative with him." Ye Qiuqiu clapped. "Little one, you've grown up. No wonder you're asking me less and less about relationship issues."
Ye Qiuqiu was gratified. Lin Gantang, who had once been at a loss regarding how to respond to Wen Yanqing's passionate love, now knew how to handle it herself?
A huge improvement.
"Sigh." Lin Gantang exhaled. "I suspect that my man has lost interest in me."
