I took a deep breath, "Okay, I'll answer you, I haven't slept with Tao yet, is that clear enough?"
Song Ruoyun's eyes showed a flash of surprise, along with a hint of delight.
But she seemed hesitant, "But I saw you two on the stairs, so intimate like that."
"I knew Aunt Song saw us. Can you tell me how you feel about it?"
"No, why don't you answer me first?"
Song Ruoyun looked at me, her eyes flowing.
Yet the intense suppression was slowly dissipating.
Perhaps because nothing substantial happened between Tao Yimeng and me.
This way she would feel less guilty.
"Aunt Song, I'm indeed very close with Tao, but it ends there. I swear I haven't slept with her!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Song Ruoyun seemed to relax as if a heavy weight had been lifted.
She gently spread her legs.
Letting me feel more comfortable, more indulgent, savoring the fragrance of her shapely hips!
At the same time, she slightly moved her body, leaning closer towards me.
