Shen Xinglan found it increasingly hilarious as an agitated Liu Zhixue directly resorted to profanity.
"You still have the nerve to laugh, you still laugh!" With that, she lunged at Shen Xinglan, and the two of them ended up scuffling on the sofa.
"Shen Xinglan, stop pinching me!"
"..."
"Hahaha, Shen Xinglan, you can't tickle me!"
"..."
"Hahahaha——"
Aunt Zhou came back from the grocery store just in time to catch the two young women playing on the sofa. She smiled and said,
"Ladies, stop messing around. I've brought back some fresh cherries. Let me wash them for you to try."
The cherries were hand-picked by Aunt Zhou from her own yard. She had two cherry trees that produced a lot of fruit every year. Her family had grown tired of eating them.
"Really? Ok, we'll stop now, I want to eat cherries." Liu Zhixue quickly got up and sat back down, after pushing away Shen Xinglan, quickly rearranging her dishevelled clothes and hair.
