On a rainy day, the light wasn't too glaring.
Inside the house, it wasn't too dim, so there was no need to light a lamp.
Yu Tingwan had no idea how dangerous Wei Zhao was at this moment, unknowingly and fearlessly meeting the man's unclear eyes.
She frowned.
She knew.
She even saw it with her own eyes.
In her past life, Wei Zhao had pushed her skirt aside and used his hand to…
Yu Tingwan nodded seriously.
Wei Zhao: …
Even at this moment, she still pretends to understand.
He closed his eyes in a bit of desperation.
The girl was still as blank as a sheet of paper.
Although Wei Zhao hadn't experienced love affairs either, he was still a man, and had heard countless bawdy jokes in the army camp.
Even though his body hadn't fully recovered, he could still use his hands to make Yu Tingwan blush and beg softly.
Yu Tingwan waited for a while but saw no movement from him.
It seemed… he was a bit sulking, unwilling to pay her any attention.
