Meng Wantang's pupils dilated in surprise, a guilty look flashing across her gentle face, and she quickly said, "Don't... don't talk nonsense, I'm ten years older than him. That's almost a generational gap."
Although she said there was nothing between them, Meng Wantang's mind couldn't help but drift back to the intimacy of that night.
It could be said that between her and Qin Chuan, aside from Qin Chuan not entering her body, everything else that should have been done, had been more or less done.
They even really lay on the same bed together.
Recalling the thrill of that night, a blush crept up Meng Wantang's cheeks, making her look gentle and charming.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Shi Qing noticed an unusual change and couldn't help teasing, "You look so guilty, it doesn't seem like nothing happened."
"Stop talking nonsense, Qin Chuan and I are completely innocent," Meng Wantang defended.
"From your words, I can hear the 'Silver buried here' phrase."
