The True Style of the Evil Monarch

"That… that kind of thing…" Dugu Xiaoyi was feeling very embarrassed. She couldn't deal with the embarrassment when she saw that Guan Qinghan couldn't understand her. So, the little girl whispered, "Good sister… tell me how you did it…!"

Guan Qinghan became petrified when she heard this. And, her eyes shone with a black sheen as she looked-on…

[How… to do that? How can I say about it…? And, how can this little girl ask about such a thing?]

"You… you… Xiaoyi, what nonsense are you talking? You're a girl from a big family. Aren't you ashamed of asking such a question? I am tired. You have your food, and go take some rest!" Guan Qinghan's face reddened to her ears as she reprimanded with embarrassment.