The noise in the bedroom gradually subsided, and the night was as deep as it could be. After a while without any movement, Yin Tingxue decided to go in and take a look.
"Are you... going in?" Lin Wanxiao tugged at her hem, her face flushed, whether from drunkenness or bashfulness.
Yin Tingxue nodded and said, "A bit worried."
"...Worried about what?" Lin Wanxiao was puzzled and added after a pause, "I'm... I'm a bit drunk, my head is spinning."
Yin Tingxue had always had a good impression of Miss Lin, the young mistress of the Lin Family. Actually, Lin Wanxiao was almost sober, just pretending to be drunk to ask questions. Yin Tingxue didn't expose her but said, "He's very fierce, and this time Sister Weiyang made him angry, it's terrible…."
Hearing this, Lin Wanxiao's fingertips trembled, she pretended to sip her tea, and tried to stay calm, saying, "Is he... always this fierce?"
"There are good times too, but he's fiercest in bed..."
