Yao Dazhuang suspected that she was a virgin.
Gu Xuexue smiled shyly. "Oh, how hateful! That was my first kiss with your wine bottle just now…"
As she spoke, she secretly pointed in the direction where Gu Qiqi was and said in a low and ambiguous voice, "She's still a virgin… Brother Zhuang, do you want to try breaking through the status of a top scholar? What would that feel like?"
"Imagine that it's your wedding night and your names are written in gold. Which man wouldn't want to try it?"
The vulgar Yao Dazhuang licked his saliva and rubbed his hands.
It was also hard for him to say these slightly uncultured words in his life.
Gu Xuexue covered her mouth and laughed. "Brother Zhuang, I've prepared the 'bridal room' for you. Go to the private room next door… Like this…"
Gu Xuexue whispered into his ear.
Yao Dazhuang pinched her face. "You're on the right track!"
