"I'm back! Yixue, my wife, Ruolan, my wife, what were you chatting about?" Ye Fan suddenly stepped into the room, his sudden voice startling Su Yixue and Qing Ruolan in the hall.
Thinking of the little secret the two of them had been discussing, both girls turned even redder with embarrassment.
Oh no!
What on earth were they even talking about?
"It's... it's nothing!" Qing Ruolan was somewhat flustered, not knowing where to put her hands.
After all, her physical intimacy with Ye Fan had been limited to just hugging and embracing!
They hadn't even kissed, and all her knowledge about matters between men and women came from fantasies and hearsay.
"Xiao Fan, we were talking about tonight..." Su Yixue saw Qing Ruolan's shy demeanor and couldn't resist the urge to tease her by purposefully leaving her sentence unfinished.
Frightened, Qing Ruolan hurriedly covered Su Yixue's mouth with her hand, "It's really nothing, Sister Yixue, please don't talk nonsense!"
