...
His aunt, Song Junwan, was sitting in a chair, smiling faintly, her left hand covering her mouth like a woman in front of her lover. Nightcrypt was sitting next to her, tightly clutching her right hand, carefully studying it. As he leaned in, he even seemed to be subtly sniffing it.
Song Que was almost struck mute. He felt like he might collapse from the shock, and even wondered if he was hallucinating...
However, the scandalous image now burned into his mind could no longer be mistaken for anything else, leaving Song Qu completely stunned.
The moment Song Qu stepped into the room, Song Junwan yanked her hand out of Yan Xiaobao's. Her smile vanished, and she gave a dry cough. Her expression turned dark and stern, looking very much like someone from the senior generation as her gaze swung over to Song Qu.
