About fifteen or sixteen minutes later, the bedroom door was yanked open, and Chu Xiaoyao ran out like the wind, heading straight for Zhou Xiaoyue.
Zhou Xiaoyue was startled and noticed that Chu Xiaoyao was fully dressed and hadn't taken off her clothes. But at this point, she didn't dare to tease Chu Xiaoyao anymore. She felt she may have taken the joke too far just now. Considering that it had only been a month since Xiaoyao's parents had passed away, and her emotions were still unstable, how could she, as a good friend, provoke her like that.
"Um... I will prove it to you right now," said Chu Xiaoyao, her cheeks puffed out, her words muffled as she spoke.
Zhou Xiaoyue was quite amazed now and asked, "What are you doing?"
Chu Xiaoyao suddenly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, then pointed at her own tongue. Zhou Xiaoyue saw something milky white and sticky on her tongue and instantly blushed, stammering, "You... Is that from... just now..."