"Dongzi, that woman helped you that one time and is so pretty, how come you're not interested?" Miao Qingqing squinted her eyes and asked.
Song Xiaodong smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the four people, and said, "With you all here, even the most beautiful woman wouldn't be able to capture my heart."
As Song Xiaoru's eyes met Song Xiaodong's, an indescribable, wonderful sensation surged. After last night's events, the feelings between her and Song Xiaodong had subtly shifted—formerly his sister, she now found herself facing him more as a woman, and so, these feelings were beyond her control.
However, she immediately felt that this was not quite right and spit, saying, "You'd better be true to your words, otherwise, I won't let you off easily."
Miao Xuanxuan quickly followed up, "Yeah, if you dare to mistreat Qingqing and Yingying because of any other woman, you're done for."
Song Xiaodong hurriedly agreed repeatedly.
