"I like Zhang Xiaomeng, hugging and cuddling, so what?"
Liu Bingrui, not the least bit discouraged, stared straight at Liu Bingqing as she spoke.
Zhang Xiaomeng, who was in the kitchen, felt his legs go weak upon hearing this sentence, almost toppling to the ground.
"What do you know about liking someone? You're only nineteen!"
Liu Bingqing was so angered that her face turned unsightly.
"So what if I'm nineteen? I'm of age now, and besides, some of my middle school classmates already have kids."
"I just like Zhang Xiaomeng because he's handsome,"
Liu Bingrui retorted without holding back.
"Bingrui, can't you stop being so childish? You're still a student. Moreover, how long have you known Zhang Xiaomeng for?"
"To declare 'like' so soon, don't you think your 'like' is cheap and impulsive?"
Seeing her sister's stubbornness, Liu Bingqing really started to feel anxious.
"Who I date, whom I like, how is it any of your business?"
"What, do you also like Zhang Xiaomeng?"
