In fact, even my wife was less reserved than Aunt Song.
My wife might be shy at first, but once I got her going, she'd be all over me, begging for more.
The shyest one in the house was actually Aunt Song.
Don't be fooled by the way she and Aunt Zhao were always talking big; in reality, she was all talk.
When night actually came, she was incredibly shy.
Lu Yuan then had Aunt Song extend her snowy-white wrist, and he began to check her pulse.
It had been over a month now, by his count.
'Maybe I can tell by now.'
A few seconds later, Lu Yuan's expression turned rather odd.
He frowned slightly and said,
"Give me your other hand."
Song Meiqin froze. Seeing Lu Yuan's reaction, she became excited almost instantly.
She had just seen this exact look yesterday.
Wasn't this how her young man had acted when he diagnosed Zhao Qiao'er?
First, he had frowned, and then he asked her to switch hands.
And then he had confirmed it!
