"It was always green," Zhang Wei retorted dryly, correcting her.
"..."
Murong Jinxiang remained silent for a moment, her features composed into an subtle smile.
"By the way, whose side are you on exactly? Mine or your cousin's? Are you already advocating for her abandoning me?" Zhang Wei's eyes hardened, his piercing gaze locked onto Murong Jinxiang with pointed scrutiny.
Her response was a slow, deliberate blink, and with a playful yet sensual twist of her wrist, she pointed her long and straight elegantly towards the wall. "Definitely yours," she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.
Zhang Wei's brow twitched in confusion. "Then why are you pointing at the wall?"
Suppressing a smile that threatened to curve her lips, Murong Jinxiang gracefully pivoted on her heels, her waist twisting as if to emphasize the shake of her hips.
"I'll bring some food and drinks, whatever is left," she declared, her tone light yet resonant.
