Two insomniac sisters-in-misery began a session of mutual comfort.
Sun Qing: [What's going on? A happy little woman whose wishes come true, satisfied in life, and you still can't sleep? Could it be that Doctor Lu didn't satisfy you?]
It's normal for adults to talk about slightly risqué topics.
Sun Qing's bold chatter could only show off in front of Tang Su, anyway, Tang Su, a writer of romance novels, Sun Qing felt that even if Tang Su didn't understand, she would learn some theoretical knowledge.
Tang Su had corrected her countless times, saying that she wrote romance novels, yet Sun Qing would always reply, isn't there a relationship between love and lust?
In the end, Tang Su gave up on correcting her.
Tang Su's cheeks instantly turned hot, not quite as wild as Sun Qing.
And here they were at the beginning, the topic was already explosive, how could she proceed with the conversation?
Tang Su: [What about you? How did it go with your arranged date with Bai Dingxian?]
