"Who said that?" An Ping came back from picking vegetables in the greenhouse and saw An Hao and Qin Jian snuggled up together tending the fire. Then, looking at his sister's flushed face, he let out a meaningful chuckle, "Sis, did I interrupt you two from doing something naughty?"
"What? How could you call it doing something naughty?" As soon as An Hao heard An Ping say this, she hurriedly explained, "We were just talking."
"Don't explain, don't explain! There's a saying, 'To explain is to cover up.'" An Hao chuckled mischievously as she put down the vegetables she had picked on the stove, "You two carry on, I won't disturb you further."
"Carry on what? Don't get the wrong idea!"
"It doesn't matter if I get the wrong idea." An Ping said with a face begging to be punched, addressing Qin Jian, "After all, she's going to be your wife, don't hold back with her. Do whatever you want to do!"
After saying this, he turned around and walked outside.