Sharing a Bed

Qian Renxue was completely dumbfounded.

Because Jiang Xuan's tone and expression seemed to be telling her one thing:

The boy before her really did not seem to know what to do when it came to more intimate matters!

That could not be right!

Wasn't it said that men were basically all lustful beasts?

Wait...

If she remembered correctly, she seemed to have heard that theory from Bibi Dong...

Well, never mind then.

And upon thinking it over carefully, Jiang Xuan might look mature, but he was actually only twelve years old. Moreover, he had spent the past three years unconscious. It was perfectly normal for him not to understand such things.

But whether he understood was one matter. Her own pent-up frustration was another!

They said that once the arrow was on the string, it had to be fired.

The purpose of making a target was so that one day, it could be struck by an arrow.

Yet today, the target was ready to be hit, only to find that the person holding the bow did not know how to shoot!

For a moment, Qian Renxue found herself in a dilemma.

What should she do?

Should she be bolder and give Jiang Xuan a hands-on lesson in how to draw a bow and shoot an arrow?

But Ning Rongrong was watching right beside them!

In this situation, it was already hard enough for her to lie down and passively accept things. If she took the initiative to teach him, how would she be viewed afterward?

Qian Renxue's mind was a complete mess. She sat stiffly on the bed, utterly at a loss.

Jiang Xuan could roughly guess what she was thinking, but all he could do now was apologize to her inwardly.

Although he also wanted to devour Qian Renxue