Inside the room.
"You didn't do anything out of line last night, did you?"
Lin Fan saw Qin Yang looking cheerful and radiant, something felt off. He hastily asked.
Playing is fine. Joking around is fine. But you can't actually cross the line.
Qin Yang, puzzled, replied: "Out of line? Do I look like the type of person who would do something out of line?"
"Then that's good."
Lin Fan felt this place was not suitable for lingering too long. The temptation was too strong—he was genuinely afraid Qin Yang might lose his composure and end up doing something… too enjoyable.
"Friend Qin, are you here?"
At this moment, a pleasant and melodious voice came from outside the door.
"Miss Mu Yu, please come in." Qin Yang's face was brimming with a smile, even flaunting a hint of pride. Among the three of them, he was the only one who had such a good rapport with a girl.
Creek.
