After finishing the sumptuous homemade meal prepared by Fan Xiaoyu, Liu Wentian was called to her room.
Once the door was closed, Liu Wentian wrapped his arms around Fan Xiaoyu's mature and full figure, giggled, and said, "Sister Yu, did you miss me that much, calling me to your room right after dinner?"
"You scoundrel, let go first, I have something serious to talk about. Qingqing and Keko Mengmeng are still outside!" Fan Xiaoyu pinched his hand, somewhat flustered, she said.
The nature of their relationship wasn't clear to Zi Qing, even though Liu Wentian said that Zi Qing was like his sister, Fan Xiaoyu still felt guilty in front of her, as if she had stolen someone's treasure.
Liu Wentian chuckled and said, "I'll just hold you like this, I won't do anything else. Sister Yu, just say what you have to say."
Fan Xiaoyu was still somewhat embarrassed. Among Liu Wentian's several women, she could be considered the most traditional and the one with the thinnest skin.