"Just snatch it." Zi Ling said, with a twist at the corner of her mouth, "After all, Sister Yan has taken a liking to you, and even Qingzi can't say anything about it. You, woman, are destined not to escape—our day of sincere meeting will always come."
"Hold on…" Huan Ling Ji's expression suddenly froze, "Are you guys playing that wildly? You just mentioned 'sincere meeting,' right?"
Zi Ling's face turned red abruptly, and she stammered, "Having many sisters, one by one, is quite troublesome."
Huan Ling Ji was stunned, her mouth twitching fiercely, "Holy moly, don't tell me Jing Yan has taken a fancy to me as well? I am not into that sort of thing."
"No way, no way, this definitely won't do. I have to think of something to dodge this disaster!"
