"Wanwan, ever since you got together with the god-like man, your skin has really thickened—not by just a little bit! And, please stop flaunting your relationship all the time, okay? At least spare a thought for my single self," Zhou Tiantian said with a face full of envy, her words dripping with sourness.
"Didn't Xiaoxiao introduce a few guys to you? So? Don't fancy any of them?" Complained at by her friend, Wen Wan also realized this truth—as the saying goes, you become like the company you keep, and she had indeed been badly influenced by that beast Mo Siluo.
"Don't even mention it; before it's even been three days, they're trying to get me into bed. Tell me, can I possibly want a man like that?" Zhou Tiantian sighed dramatically to the heavens. "How come I'm not as lucky as you, not meeting a soulmate who's wildly flamboyant and cool like your god-like man?"
"How about I give Mo Siluo to you?" Wen Wan said with a contented smile.
