Thinking back to last night when he was massaging Xu Niannian's feet, and her murmured words, Jin Yu knew that Yang Cuihua had misunderstood.
He opened his mouth to explain, but Yang Cuihua interjected, "This wasn't your first time, was it? I checked today and there was no "fallen red" on the bed."
Even though Jin Yu lacked romantic experience, he knew what "fallen red" referred to.
Flushing from his face down to his neck, he stammered, "Auntie... I didn't..."
Yang Cuihua: "Are you saying you didn't touch my daughter's body?"
Jin Yu was suddenly at a loss for words.
He had touched her.
But not in the way Yang Cuihua imagined.
It was entirely a different matter.
However, Jin Yu found it even more impossible to explain the real situation to Yang Cuihua, knowing that his mother-in-law, who cherished her daughter as if she were her life, would surely chop him up with a knife.
