Yang Fan was numb.
He seemed to have fallen into a death trap.
This matter... It's truly hard to explain.
Shutting the wide-open door, Yang Fan lit a cigarette and said seriously, "Although I can understand why you want to kill me, this really has nothing to do with me. The clothes weren't taken off by me, and that beautiful thing wasn't something I intentionally wanted to see."
"What beautiful thing? It has a name, alright?" Zhou Yingnan rolled her eyes slightly and said.
"If I directly say the name, I'm afraid you'll want to kill me even more." Yang Fan said helplessly, "In any case, I'm innocent."
Zhou Yingnan's lips curved slightly, "How about this, if you can teach me your method of getting stronger, I'll pretend nothing happened just now, and won't suspect you secretly took off my clothes and touched..."
Yang Fan: ...
"This really has nothing to do with me, think carefully, I'm sure you have some awareness."
He was so flustered he didn't know what to say anymore.
