"Oh-ho-ho-ho—!"
Tang Wutong crouched in the corner, her pink-blue eyes wide open, a faint blush spreading across her face.
She covered her mouth, excitement and a hint of nervousness in her eyes, like a little mouse that had sneaked into an oil jar.
This immersive feeling made her blood race. It was nothing like when she had secretly watched Aunt Ning as a child.
"Why did it go quiet?"
Miss Tang had been listening with great interest when the sounds inside suddenly stopped.
She frowned and pressed her ear closer to the door, but all that remained inside was the sound of even, steady breathing.
"Jiang Yi isn't all that either! Just a few minutes... If it were me, I'd battle for three days and three nights."
Tang Wutong rubbed her nose, recalling the specially tailored dirty novels Xixi had given her, and couldn't help humming smugly.
In novels, what male and female leads didn't go at it for days and nights? Even rivers and lakes didn't have as much water as they did.
Just then, a teasing laugh suddenly sounded behind her.
"Really?"
"Of course! I'm the dignified eldest miss of the Tang Family. Above, I can capture dragons; below, I can swallow whales... Wait, what?"
Tang Wutong proudly raised her chin. Just as she was about to thump her chest and boast, she quickly realized something was wrong.
No, who are you?!
She abruptly spun around and saw Jiang Yi standing behind her, watching her with an amused expression.
"Ah—! Pervert!"
Tang Wutong suddenly screamed. Her little face instantly turned bright red, and she covered her eyes like a marmot.
Pavilion Master Jiang wasn't wearing any clothes! Miss Tang is going to get styes!
Jiang Yi: The nerve!
"This is my dorm! You came here in the middle