"Hey, Nangong Shengqing... When you first saw me, was I... Not wearing clothes?" Zheng Youqian was sitting on the bed, biting a strawberry that a certain man had just washed, as if this matter was mentioned casually, but she didn't know that her wandering eyes and red earlobes had betrayed her. Next to her, Nangong Shengqing slowly approached, with a pair of well-joined hands, one holding her waist and the other picking up the hair beside her ears. "Yes... So what, no, so what? My wife... My lady... My... I can't see or touch? Hmm...?"
Intent: Romance
