"Sister, what on earth are you talking about? We weren't doing anything just now!"
"It's good that you did nothing, because if you had, that would have been something," Su Yixuan said indulgently as she patted her on the head, "Just remember, no matter how sweet he talks, you absolutely must not agree to that with him."
Su Qingqing stomped her foot in frustration, "Sister, you really misunderstood, we..."
"I know you're young and shy to admit, but I heard it all—he covered your face with his saliva, otherwise I wouldn't need to warn you like this," Su Yixuan advised, patting Su Qingqing's shoulder and then turning to walk toward the hall.
Su Qingqing stood there, dazed and confused.
Covered my face with saliva?
When did that happen? Why don't I know about it?
Su Qingqing scratched her head, recalling the words she had chased Chen Nan with, realized Su Yixuan had misunderstood, and hurriedly wanted to explain, but Su Yixuan had already walked away.
