On the soft, large bed.
Li Qiqi clung to Ning Mengyao's arm, feeling aggrieved.
At a loss for words, she looked down silently.
"Qi Qi, I know you're just beginning to experience feelings for men, and certain actions might make your heart flutter, but a man who obviously has a wife and still goes to a room with you is definitely irresponsible. No matter how much you like him, you must stay away from him, especially since he is already married," Meng Yao said.
Ning Mengyao, holding Qi Qi's hand, earnestly advised, "Luckily, you haven't really lost anything. Just think of it as accidentally falling into a pigsty and sleeping with a pig. Life is long, and that brief memory will soon be forgotten. It's all a minor issue."
"But... but, senior sister... I can't let go... I must be with him."
After a long time, Li Qiqi finally raised her head and sobbed.
