"No." Yun Jianchen said with a serious face.
Shen Mo and the others were itching with anger. Their hands were itching too; they really wanted to beat Yun Jianchen up.
Song Huanyan and An Yue pressed their ears against the door to eavesdrop on the movements inside the room.
"..."
They had been listening for a while, but there was no sound at all.
"Why aren't Qiao Chuchu and Fu Ziqian making any noise while they're at it?" An Yue whispered to Song Huanyan.
Song Huanyan thought for a moment and said, "Could it be... Qiao Chuchu is like a dead fish in bed? Not making a sound?"
"...Impossible," An Yue said.
The two of them continued to listen, but still, there wasn't a single sound.
"Could it be... Qiao Chuchu really is like a dead fish in bed? This won't do... her being so lackluster might turn Fu Ziqian off." An Yue said worriedly.
Song Huanyan nodded.
An Yue had a lot to say.
No man likes it when a woman is like a dead fish in bed.
