When Lin Fei'er said she and Jiang Xuecheng were suitable for her novel, Su Wan immediately raised her chin haughtily.
"No, thank you. The novel you wrote are all heart-tormenting. You can deceive some readers' tears but Xuecheng and I will not be willing to be the male and female lead."
Lin Fei'er tapped Su Wan's shoulders and raised her brows in disdain. "I give you an inch and you take a yard!"
As she spoke, she started to tickle Su Wan's waist. Su Wan couldn't stand being tickled and quickly begged for mercy.
"Your majesty, please have mercy on me. I recognize my fault!"
"That's more like it!"
Seeing Su Wan begging for mercy, Lin Fei'er chuckled. Then, she retracted her hand and let Su Wan go.
"Alright, I'll stop messing around with you. You're going to be the bride tomorrow, so get an early night's rest. If you were to wake up with a pair of panda eyes, you would cry."
