"If the Princely Heir dislikes me, or perhaps thinks I am a woman of loose morals, that would be bad. I do not wish for the Princely Heir to see me as such a woman."
"Sister Qin, what did it feel like the first time for you? Were you nervous? Do you have any advice for me??"
Ning Qianxue's clear eyes flickered as she turned to Qin Yanqiu, seeking some help and some emergency knowledge.
Upon hearing Ning Qianxue's words, Qin Yanqiu slightly frowned and then said expressionlessly, "There was no particular feeling, just a bit of pain."
"That kind of pain is nothing. Back when I was on the battlefield, I got my arm torn by a Demon Beast and didn't even cry."
"You just bear with it."
"Ah?" Upon hearing Qin Yanqiu's words, Ning Qianxue was somewhat stupefied, she lightly bit her red lips, and then whispered, "So, did Sister Qin also take the initiative to enter the Princely Heir's room back then?"
Qin Yanqiu gave Ning Qianxue a puzzled look.
"Otherwise?"
