Zhu Shanshan's hints, though not explicitly directed at him, made Yang Fan feel that he needed to say something.
Catching hold of the little foot that was wandering on his leg, Yang Fan, with a face full of infatuation, said, "Sister-in-law, your foot is really beautiful."
"Do you like my foot?" Zhu Shanshan's body trembled slightly, and she asked coquettishly with a hint of flirtation in her eyes and brows.
"No, I like everything about you," Yang Fan said earnestly, "I don't know who you dressed up so flamboyantly for, but I've taken notice. I wonder if I might have the chance to see more?"
"Uh... Fanzi, what are you talking about?" Zhu Shanshan asked in surprise.
Yang Fan's mind briefly faltered, becoming somewhat disordered. Could it be that he had really misunderstood?
But now that he had mounted the tiger, it was difficult to get off. What was said couldn't be taken back.
Regardless, Zhu Shanshan had drugged him twice, and her interest in him was clearly genuine.
