At the door of the room, Lu Nianjiao clutched the sleeves of her clothes, her small, rosy lips pursed tightly as she hesitated to push the door open.
Standing beside her, Mu Xueyan glanced over and couldn't help but tease, "Pretending to be nonchalant, but you're actually quite scared, aren't you?"
Lu Nianjiao's cheeks flushed, and she rolled her eyes at Mu Xueyan. "It's my first time."
Mu Xueyan responded with an emotionless "Oh."
Lu Nianjiao stammered, "I mean... does it really... hurt a lot?"
Mu Xueyan looked away, still expressionless, and answered faintly, "I wouldn't know."
"Have you never experienced it?" Lu Nianjiao asked.
At this question, Mu Xueyan's impassive face began to visibly redden, but she still forced herself to appear composed. "It was too long ago. I've forgotten."
