"Hahahaha..."
Feng Xue and Chen Xue both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Chen Xue asked in a low voice, "You've lived together for so long. You really never developed any feelings?"
Yan Beihan's face did not turn even the slightest bit red. She merely sighed softly and said, "They're very faint. The Night Demon certainly has prospects, but you can clearly see that ingrained humility of a low-level little demon. I can't bring myself to lower my dignity or put aside my status. Besides, as time passed, our differing backgrounds and lifestyles gradually showed themselves. You understand."
Yan Beihan smiled bitterly. "It's really not that I look down on him. You can't say something like that—it hurts people."
"Hahahaha..."
The three women burst into laughter together.
Feng Xue said, "Sister-in-law, that's not quite right. Even if Xiao Han wanted to, Yun Yan is right there. He can't just crawl into bed with her right in front of them, can he? Could he do what my brother did—make an announcement and then sleep for a hundred years?"
Chen Xue flew into a rage. "You little brat, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Chen Xue and Feng Xue understood Yan Beihan's feelings perfectly. The habits of life in a rich and powerful household were truly different from those of the lower levels. Ordinary upbringing, all kinds of propriety, etiquette, and so on...
The clearest example was that the young ladies and masters of prestigious families did not smack their lips while eating. Even when sleeping and resting, they rarely sprawled out with their arms and legs spread wide. Still less would they snore, grind their teeth, or fart like those rough martial artists of the jianghu...
Just thinking about it was unbearable.
And the Night Demon had lived at the lower levels