He Qingyan laughed again, "But you are still far behind, it's the twenty years of friendship with Su Qing that allow us to share a bed."
"However," she continued, "if you had the charm of Gu Ran, you could share a bed with Su Qing in a month."
"I still want to know how to share a bed with Su Qing within a month." Gu Ran said, enjoying his potato beef, which was delicious.
It was his right hand, which had caressed Su Qing's beautiful leg, that was using the chopsticks to bring the potato beef to his mouth!
Even the bean juice he drank for the first time two years ago when he visited Beicheng, if it had been with this same right hand, he would have drunk it with relish.
"Anything happening at school today?" Chen Ke looked up and asked.
"Remember the backpack I put on the tree yesterday?" Gu Ran said.
"Hmm."
"Little Butterfly didn't see it, thought I took it away, and her class teacher called me over this morning," Gu Ran talked about these boring little matters.
