This Painting Is a Counterfeit

"Jianan, there are so many people here. It's not good to talk about this here, right?"

"Huh?" Lin Jianan said in surprise, "From what you're saying, did Big Boss Li do something inappropriate to you last night?"

Just standing there and listening to Lin Jianan's words, Xu Wanwan felt her face turn red.

She pulled Lin Jianan to the side. "Keep your voice down. We didn't actually do anything."

"Then hurry up and say it. I'm dying of anxiety."

Xu Wanwan was helpless and could only say, "Well... He kissed me last night."

"Just a kiss?"

"Yes."

"Then how long did it last? How did he endure?"

Xu Wanwan was even more confused. "What does this have to do with enduring?"

"Of course it has to do with endurance!" Lin Jiannan said seriously, "This is related to your happy life in the future, do you understand?"

"It's not that long, about ten minutes."