"Teach… teach me what?" Ling Xueyan's heart seemed on the verge of bursting out of her throat: Oh my God, doesn't this little guy mean to do something with me?
"Teach me how to make a girl feel comfortable. If I don't know these techniques, won't it hurt her every time?" Wang Yue said with a look of distress. "Sigh, I don't know if it's God punishing me, but I ended up with such a big… thing."
"Silly child, this is no punishment from God at all—it's a gift from God," Ling Xueyan said, giggling coquettishly. "At first, it might be a bit uncomfortable, but once you get used to it, it'll be very pleasant."
"How do you know that? Could it be that Uncle Chen's is just as big as mine?" Wang Yue asked. By "Uncle Chen," he meant Chen Xi's father, his future father-in-law, who had also been missing for three years.
"His? It's not even half as big as yours," Ling Xueyan replied, her tone completely unchanged.
