Tantai Wanrong smiled charmingly and said, "That's good to hear. I was worried I had gotten old and my voice was failing."
"Rong Auntie, you are clearly very young, you only look about twenty-four or twenty-five. Why do you always say you're old?" Ye Fan said a bit unhappily.
Tantai Wanrong smiled and shook her head slightly, then reached out to lightly grasp the back of Ye Fan's left hand and said, "Hearing you say that, I almost believe it."
Ye Fan felt the back of his hand enveloped by a warm, soft jade-like grip. His arm reflexively twitched, and then he couldn't help but turn his hand over to grasp Tantai Wanrong's jade-like hand. As soon as he touched it, he felt its boneless tenderness, its extraordinary smoothness, and it even seemed to carry a weak electric charge that sent a tingling sensation throughout his body.
"Eh?" Tantai Wanrong let out a surprised sound, her pretty face suddenly turning stern as her beautiful eyes glared at Ye Fan.
