Just... like this?
Yan Huan couldn't quite determine An Le's purpose at the moment, but it was a good thing she didn't use Pleasure on herself right now.
She was planning to change the topic anyway, and if it could lift her gloomy mood, that would be even better.
Thinking of this, Yan Huan smiled slightly and said,
"Alright... then, let me tell a story about the Ugly Duckling..."
Actually, Yan Huan considered himself average at storytelling; he wasn't the romantic type in his past life, otherwise, he wouldn't be single up to now.
Thus, from South District until now, his storytelling skills remained rather clumsy and dry.
At first, Yan Huan was somewhat absent-minded, as he still couldn't quite grasp An Le's intentions.
But as he started speaking, the small room seemed to quiet down, as if there was nothing else but the story of the Ugly Duckling.
