Xiao Yinqiu looked at her auntie with a speechless expression, then glanced towards the bedroom. It'd be so awkward if Yang Hao walked out now and heard them.
What kind of wolfish words are these!
"So, did you accept an unspoken rule?"
Xiao Meiying asked again.
"Not really, it was consensual, he didn't force me, and there was no transaction between us!"
Xiao Yinqiu shook her head slightly, picked up her Americano for a sip, and continued, "Well, you could even say I took the initiative. Mr. Yang really does have a lot of qualities that attract me."
"Is that so!"
"I get it."
Xiao Meiying nodded with a smile, "Young, wealthy, and handsome—indeed, such men are perfect lovers."
"But they're not suitable for marriage!"
Xiao Meiying offered her view.
"Why?"
Xiao Yinqiu asked with interest, considering her auntie indeed had a wealth of experience in love matters.
And having emerged from marriage, she must have deeper feelings about it.