"Qi Yue, I..." Wen Ting was about to say something, but Qi Yue cut her off.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. It's all in the past. Come on, let me tell you a joke, okay?"
Wen Ting blinked, and softly nodded her head.
A sneaky smile appeared at the corner of Qi Yue's mouth, he said, "A mosquito and a praying mantis were peeping at a woman bathing one day. The mosquito boasted: look, I bit her chest twice ten years ago, and now they're so swollen; the praying mantis retorted, so what, I slashed between her legs ten years ago, and she still bleeds every month..."
"You..." Wen Ting, her face flushing, lightly hit Qi Yue, "You're a pervert."