"I have something to tell you tonight as well."
Tang Yanqi didn't directly answer Sheng Jianan's question. Instead, she turned around, grabbed her bag from the sofa, ignored the bewildered look in Sheng Jiayu's eyes, and took out that book from her bag.
Those who knew about the book were all taken aback, and even Sheng Jianan's own brows furrowed imperceptibly.
Although He didn't know where Tang Yanqi had found the book, He didn't want any more misunderstandings because of it. He was about to explain when Tang Yanqi suddenly pressed her fingers against his lips.
The woman's soft fingers pressed against the man's lips, preventing him from speaking.
Tang Yanqi smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, her lips red and teeth white, and began speaking slowly: "I'll tell you a story."
She said this, retracted her hand, and began telling the story—
