"So you're saying that in the middle of the night, Cheng Ling, with her clothing half undone, dragged you into her bedroom, and then you came out, picked up Luna, and went home to sleep?"
Qiao Muyi's tone, as she repeated this fact, seemed to be asking Ren Suo, "Just what is wrong with you?"
Dong Chengling clarified, "I'm not you; I wasn't half-dressed."
Qiao Muyi slightly raised her eyebrows, her alluring eyes glancing at Ren Suo as she lightly bit her lip, her voice gentle, "Speaking of which, when the Battle of Truth erupted last night, I had already fallen asleep, and I'm rather used to sleeping without clothes on… Xiao Suo, guess what I was wearing—or not wearing—when you saw me in such a hurry last night?"
Before Ren Suo could speak, his sister shushed him by stuffing a large prawn into his mouth. "No guessing, eat your shrimp!"
Under the table, Gu Yueyan took off her shoes and fiercely trampled on Ren Suo's flip-flops with her small feet in black silk stockings.
