The next day, Han Yingying hadn't had time to eat breakfast when Lin Xileng called her away.
Yawning sleepily, she asked, "Xiaoxi, can't I just confess directly?"
"Didn't you say that a first love's confession needs to be ceremonial?"
Han Yingying wrinkled her nose, "That was when I was young and naive. The more seriously you prepare, the more heartbreaking it is when you get rejected."
"Yingying, are you deliberately sabotaging me?" Lin Xileng put her hands on her hips and glared fiercely at her.
Was she here to help or to throw cold water on the plans?
Realizing her words were inappropriate, Han Yingying quickly pleaded for forgiveness, "My dear Xiaoxi, you're bound to succeed, win over my brother, become my sister-in-law, and give me a nephew or niece to play with in a couple of years."
"Go on, have your own kids if you want to play," Lin Xileng retorted with a face full of disdain, though her cheeks quietly blushed.
