And on the other side, two girls were discussing whether they might have some romantic encounters on this trip.
"If I could meet my destiny on this trip, that would be great," said a somewhat petite girl on the left.
The girl next to her, clearly her best friend, casually replied, "Yanzi, we're going to the Primitive Forest. The men you meet there are surely going to be long-haired, wearing nothing but a loincloth, looking exactly like primitive men."
"What are you talking about? The one I meet will definitely be a White Knight, handsome, tall, and rich, just like that Mr. Claire we met last time," the girl said, her face alight with longing.
The best friend leaned in and whispered teasingly, "Does he also need to be big, thick, and hard?"
At these words, Yanzi blushed fiercely. "What are you saying? If you keep this up, our friendship is over."
"No, don't be like that, I'm just joking," the best friend laughed. "But really, Yanzi, don't you like that type?"
