Feeling the warmth in her palm, Chu Jiuning turned her gaze to Jiang Zhen’s gentle eyes.
She then looked at Feng Jiuqing and smiled mischievously, saying, “I suddenly thought of a joke, would you like to hear it?”
Feng Jiuqing leaned against her arm and replied, “Of course, go ahead and tell us.”
“Once upon a time, two dumplings got married. After seeing off the guests, the dumpling groom returned to the bridal chamber only to find a meatball lying on the bed. Startled, he exclaimed, ‘Where is my bride?’ The shy meatball replied, ‘Hey, don’t be mean! Just because I took off my clothes, you don’t recognize me anymore.’”
“Haha,” Feng Jiuqing chuckled, “Xiao Xue, what kind of joke is that?”
Chu Jiuning smiled at her and said, “I have another one, would you like to hear it?”
“Yes!”