Wang Yuyan drove Qin Xuan to a luxurious mansion.
After parking the car, the two got out and approached the front gate.
A woman in a one-piece dress with her hair tied in a ponytail waved at them from the front gate.
"Yuyan!"
"Ningxue!"
They each called out.
Ningxue trotted over to Wang Yuyan and Qin Xuan, her high heels making a "click-clack" sound.
"Yuyan, why are you so late? I've been waiting for ages, my legs are going numb," Ningxue said, looking at Wang Yuyan with a hint of reproach.
"Something delayed me, something delayed me," Wang Yuyan said with an embarrassed smile, then shot Qin Xuan a glare.
She thought to herself, if it weren't for this scoundrel, would I have been this late?
It was fortunate that nothing else happened, otherwise, it would have been at least two more hours.
The two chatted animatedly, holding hands.
Suddenly, Ningxue noticed Wang Yuyan's legs. Due to the darkness, Ningxue initially thought it was some new type of stockings. However, after squatting down and pulling at them, she realized the stockings were torn!
"Yuyan, what happened to your stockings?! You're so late, it couldn't be..." As Ningxue spoke, her gaze fell on Qin Xuan beside them, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"Quick, let me check if you're still a virgin. We agreed to stay single together, and if we were to find someone, it would be the same man. How dare you sneak around behind my back!"
Wang Yuyan quickly pulled Ningxue up, playfully pinched the flesh on her waist, and pouted,
"You little vixen, what nonsense are you spouting? These stockings were snagged and torn by a box when I was at the company warehouse. And besides, he's my friend! He's here to help us."
"Is that so? Snagged by a box, but only your stockings are torn, and your skin is fine?" Ningxue said with a mischievous grin, then looked at Qin Xuan and winked,
"Hey, handsome, how was it? Was Yuyan's first time exciting? Tell me, what was she like when you were doing it? Was she flirtatious? Was it like in those adult films, calling out 'husband' or 'baby'? She used to tell me about that stuff!"
"Also, let me tell you, her legs were considered the most beautiful legs in our university back then! Tsk tsk tsk, even I, a woman, admire them! It's a shame she never let me touch them. She always said that only the man she loved would be allowed to touch these long legs she was so proud of."
Little did she know, Qin Xuan had already touched them, from head to toe, all over.
Listening to Ningxue's words, Qin Xuan's face was covered in black lines. What kind of friends did Wang Yuyan have? They were just like Wang Yuyan.
Wang Yuyan, on the other hand, wished she could disappear into the ground.
Ningxue really dared to say anything.
The two had been classmates in Beijing University. As they were both from Jiangbei and far from home, they naturally became best classmates, friends, and闺蜜 (best friends/girlfriends).
"Ningxue! If you keep spouting nonsense, I'm turning around and leaving immediately!" Wang Yuyan was genuinely annoyed.
Normally, it wouldn't matter, as they had shared a bed for years and even bathed together, helping each other scrub their backs.
However, with Qin Xuan present, Wang Yuyan cared deeply about her image in Qin Xuan's eyes.
With Ningxue saying all this, wouldn't her image in Qin Xuan's eyes be completely ruined?
Seeing Wang Yuyan truly angry, Ningxue finally stopped talking. But at the same time, she confirmed a fact.
The handsome guy beside her must be her man!
This was because Wang Yuyan never brought male friends around, let alone introduced them to her.
And another important point was that they knew each other's thoughts and secrets very well.
Ningxue saw Wang Yuyan getting a bit angry and immediately understood. She definitely didn't want the embarrassing stories from her university days to be heard by the handsome guy beside her.
Given Wang Yuyan's personality, if it weren't someone she cared about, she wouldn't bother with others' opinions of her.
Today, she was even getting angry, so there could only be one truth!
This was her man!
Otherwise, how could the torn stockings on her legs be explained?
The excuse of them being snagged by a warehouse box wouldn't even fool a three-and-a-half-year-old child.