Yu Tingwan: ...
That's not what she meant.
Just about to explain.
Wei Zhao smiled, "Was it that last night my efforts weren't heavy enough? Not enough variety? Didn't go deep enough? Made you dissatisfied and question me?"
Yu Tingwan's breath hitched.
Instinctively, she covered her ears.
But she had crispy bone fish in her hands.
Yu Tingwan unhesitatingly shoved it into her mouth.
Delicious.
The hand that should have gone to cover her ears involuntarily reached towards the paper bag.
Wei Zhao: ...
"You have to say it, only then can I improve."
No need to improve.
You're already quite troublesome as you are.
Yu Tingwan showed a look of distress.
But she always had a sharp tongue.
"Hard to say."
She glanced at Wei Zhao.
"I've never married anyone else, so my experience is lacking. And I've never heard anyone else talk about bedroom stuff, so I genuinely can't judge."
At this point, she started to feel justified.
Her back straightened.
