Yin Zheng spoke, feeling equally embarrassed herself. In truth, she wasn't shy, but speaking of such matters with Lu Tong always felt odd. However, she was the only one at his side who could talk to him about this.
"I don't need to look," Lu Tong said, "I know what to do."
Yin Zheng's throat suddenly became tight with words as she stared in astonishment: "Ah?"
"I am a Doctor," Lu Tong looked at her strangely, as if her reaction was the abnormal one, "Naturally, I understand these things."
Yin Zheng was momentarily stunned: "Really?"
"Yes, so there's no need to show me. I am quite familiar with the human body."
Yin Zheng felt a sense of absurdity wash over her.
Even though she knew that Lu Tong never took things to heart, wasn't this calmness a bit too much? The phrase "the human body" seemed to trivialize the night—rather than a romantic wedding night, it sounded more like dealing with a piece of dead pork in the yard.
His calmness was infuriating.
