Yang Fan and Zhou Yingnan made a big joke, but nothing really happened.
Zhou Yingnan turned her legs into a big "eight", but her gaze immediately lost its luster.
Yang Fan could tell that at that moment, she was treating the joke as if it were real.
If she was smiling with spring in her eyes, Yang Fan might really do something.
But the way she was now, how could joking Yang Fan possibly make a move?
"Did you develop your strength later?" Zhou Yingnan crossed her "eight"-shaped legs, leaned forward slightly, and asked curiously.
Yang Fan nodded, "I'm curious about something. If I had really made a move just now, what would you have done?"
"What else can I do? Just treat it like a mosquito bite, take a shower, and move on," Zhou Yingnan said calmly. "It's just one time with you, it's not a life-or-death situation, what's the big deal?"
Yang Fan smiled lightly.
She spoke casually, but Yang Fan could still see some things.
