On the large bed, Lin Fan stretched lazily, glanced at the now dimmed window, and realized that he had slept from morning till night.
"Hey, don't change the subject, I'm interrogating you here!"
With a stern face, Zhu Zhixuan knew something was off when he left last night, yet he stubbornly refused to elaborate. The next morning, neither of them cared too much, so they continued their dance practice at the Cultural Troupe.
It wasn't until they got back to the shop in the evening that they heard about last night's events, and a few customers in the tea house vividly described the intense battle on the streets and the imposing aura of the newly appointed County Magistrate Lin.
Hearing those fantastic rumors, Zhu Zhixuan angrily dragged Bai Xue with her.
"What a big deal it is, how could you use the word 'interrogate'?"
With a rogue smile, Lin Fan pulled Zhu Zhixuan down next to him, his experienced hand already slipping under her clothes, kneading the soft voluptuousness.
