Jiang Fan's mouth twitched as he hurriedly put on his clothes.
He cracked open the secret room, slipped through, and quickly closed it again.
Liu Qingxian chuckled, "Afraid I'll see how messy it is inside?"
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your private life."
Jiang Fan said nothing.
He wrapped an arm around Liu Qingxian's shoulder, leaning half his body against her.
Liu Qingxian blushed slightly, feeling a bit awkward.
How peculiar.
Since Jiang Fan came back, he seemed much more affectionate with her.
It was the second time he embraced her; he was always so reserved before.
Yet, she secretly enjoyed the closeness with Jiang Fan, though her words were sharp as she hummed:
"What, Yun Shang that vixen can't satisfy you anymore?"
"Trying to take advantage of me?"
Jiang Fan said, "No."
"My legs are weak, help support me a bit."
Liu Qingxian nearly fumed with anger, her willow eyebrows arching.
She elbowed Jiang Fan in the stomach.
