(Chapter 23)
"Ziling, did something upset you today?" Hardly containing her coughing, a slightly blushing Yang Qingyin angrily demanded, "Why have you suddenly learned to be so slick and oily?"
Luo Ziling looked at Yang Qingyin with a lewd smile, "Haven't I successfully hit a love rival? Shouldn't you be a little happy about it?"
"What love rival?" Yang Qingyin's face grew redder, she spat, "You're not even my boyfriend, and you bring up a love rival! Humph, annoying junior, I don't want to talk to you."
As she spoke, she busied herself with her tea, deliberately turning her head away.
Luo Ziling reached out, attempting to turn Yang Qingyin's chin to bring her face toward him, but she slapped his hand away.
"Ziling, keep your hands to yourself," Yang Qingyin said sternly, "or I'll scream harassment."
