When his body's lingering heat was soothed by a cold little hand, Li Qianfan exhaled softly and looked down at Zhao Susu, asking, "Susu, do you know how to ease my discomfort?"
"Of course, I do."
Zhao Susu said earnestly, "I can use my hand to help you release it, so you won't feel so pent up."
"Wow, how did you know that?"
In Li Qianfan's mind, Zhao Susu had always been particularly innocent; he hadn't expected her to know so much.
Hearing this, Zhao Susu couldn't help but roll her eyes, saying, "Qianfan, have you forgotten? A while ago, you and my aunt were intimate in front of me. At night, my aunt and I were sleeping in the same bed, and she told me a lot about men."
Unexpectedly, Kong Yaozhu, as an aunt, had discussed such matters with her niece.
Curious, Li Qianfan gazed at Zhao Susu, asking, "What exactly did your aunt tell you?"
Zhao Susu didn't hide anything, replying, "She told me a lot about you."
