Changed Again?

What were grown-up things?

As someone who had carried his virginity over from his previous life into this one, if Xiao Yan claimed he was completely uninterested in the opposite sex, he probably could not even fool himself.

It was like those carefree boys in the classroom, always trying every possible way to draw the attention of teachers and classmates, while secretly glancing at the girl they liked, pretending their eyes happened to meet hers before casually looking away moments later.

The girl thought it was merely coincidence, never knowing that every coincidence had been carefully arranged by you. A single exchanged glance could stay in your memory for a very, very long time.

Men were reserved creatures, and Xiao Yan was no exception.

If Lin Yan and those other troublesome friends had asked him this question, Xiao Yan could probably have eagerly chatted with them under the covers all night, his excitement still not fading even by dawn.

But when facing girls—especially a girl he liked—all his seemingly abundant theoretical knowledge and eloquence before his brothers turned into damp firecrackers. Other than grinning foolishly and nodding, he could do nothing.

Xiao Yan was exactly like that right now.

"Hehe."

Xiao Yan grinned stupidly.

The more smug he had been when he told Xun'er to call her sister-in-law earlier, the more guilty he felt now.

Seeing Xiao Yan play dumb, Hun Ruoruo seemed long immune to his tricks. With a half-smile, she said, "What? You can tell little sister Xun'er, but you can't tell Ruoruo?"

Xiao Yan's expression changed drastically. "When did I ever?"

"Oh?" Hun Ruoruo held her book scroll without even looking at Xiao Yan. "Since you didn't, then Senior Brother, why not tell me? Ruoruo would also like to know what exactly these so-called grown-up things are."