"It's over! It's all over... Does that mean Aunt Ping saw all those cheesy and intimate things I texted Yanran this morning? What's worse, Aunt Ping even replied to my message. And I, thinking it was Yanran who had replied, ended up sending back 'I love you'..."
At the thought, Lin Feng's face, thick-skinned as he was, couldn't help but turn a bit hot.
"Lin Feng, what's the matter? It's all good! I'm not mad at you anymore, come on, let me show you my room! The last time you were at our place, because mom and grandma were there, you didn't really get a chance to see it..."
Noticing the strange expression on Lin Feng's face, Qin Yanran hurriedly dragged him to tour her boudoir.
"Yanran is showing me around her boudoir?"
While Lin Feng's mind was still preoccupied with the text message, in the blink of an eye, he was pulled into Yanran's boudoir. As soon as he entered, Lin Feng smelled a very familiar fragrance—Yanran's subtle fragrance of a young girl.
