Song Yiren's eyelashes trembled.
She suddenly stood up straight, and the apple wobbled before finally stabilizing on top of her head.
Yan Ke curled his lips in a smirk, "You mustn't move a muscle while standing, whether you can win back Brother Yan's heart or not depends on your performance." With those words, he turned and walked away.
Seeing Yan Ke approaching, Yun Ya couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle, "You really don't know how to be gentle and cherish the fairer sex, what are you going to do if you scare the poor girl to death?"
Yan Ke snorted, "Sister Yun Ya, I'm just standing up for you. Besides, I hate girls the most..." His voice changed as he happily linked arms with Yun Ya, "Of course, that doesn't include Sister Yun Ya."
Yan Song's brooding gaze swept over, and Yan Ke quickly let go.
Yan Song drew his bow and aimed at the apple on Song Yiren's head.
