Li Qinglian stood behind the two women and had been listening for quite a while.
His footsteps had been light, and neither woman had noticed when he had already come up behind them.
With his arms folded across his chest, he watched Ning Rongrong point and gesture at Zhu Zhuqing, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
He could finally understand that girls might be even more lewd than boys in private.
Those girls who usually appeared dignified and reserved, once they shut the door and began discussing such topics, could be so bold and blunt in their wording that even men felt ashamed of themselves.
"Cough."
Seeing that Ning Rongrong seemed to have no intention of stopping, Li Qinglian gave a light cough.
Both women froze at once.
Zhu Zhuqing abruptly turned around.
When she saw Li Qinglian standing less than three steps behind them, his eyes carrying an amused, almost-smiling look, her entire body seemed to freeze, and even her breathing stopped for an instant.
Her cheeks flushed from the roots of her ears to her neck at a visible speed, and even her collarbones were tinged with a faint pink.
Ning Rongrong reacted a beat faster than Zhu Zhuqing. She turned around, a brief flash of panic crossing her face.
"Holy Son? When did you get here?"
Li Qinglian looked at her pretense of calm, then glanced at Zhu Zhuqing beside her, who looked ready to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. His tone was unhurried and composed.
"Just now."
"Then you didn't hear anything just now, did you?"
Ning Rongrong felt somewhat awkward.
There were some things she did not mind saying to Zhu Zhuqing. But she did not want Li Qinglian to think she was a woman with no sense