He Qianqian's face flushed, and she pinched He Jing, whispering angrily, "What are you talking about? What do you mean by brother complex? I like him, not his age. You little minx must be crazy for men, thinking dirty thoughts all day long."
"Oh, so it's not Lin Tian's age you're interested in. Then I know what you like about him. I just felt it for a second, and I think Lin Tian's chest muscles are quite big. He must have at least eight packs of abs, right? Do they feel nice when you touch them?" He Jing asked.
"Little minx, shut up." He Qianqian's face turned even redder, and she stormed off towards the house, leaving He Jing behind.
He Jing watched He Qianqian's retreating back with a giggly smile, absolutely delighted.
The two girls chattered about the past year's happenings, while Lin Tian stood by, unable to get a word in.
