Song Ci was shocked to hear this question from Song Fei. She quickly drew a tissue to wipe the tea clean and threw it into the bin with a sensor.
She looked up and saw Song Fei staring at her in deep thought. Song Ci awkwardly wiped the corners of her lips. "I didn't expect you to ask such a question." Is this still my cold, arrogant elder sister?
Song Fei said, "I am a human, not a nun." In other words, she also had emotions and desires. Song Fei didn't feel this was a shameful thing. She said openly, "Sometimes, seeing Yan Jiang's handsome face purposely swaying in front of me, I also feel somewhat restless."
Song Ci was speechless.
I didn't expect you to be such an indecent Song Fei.
"So, what's the answer?" Song Fei asked patiently again.
Since Song Fei asked humbly, Song Ci naturally had to answer her doubts. Song Ci said, "That… that also depends on the technique and atmosphere."
