Watching her best friend fuming, Ning Youwei's face turned red as she was at a loss for words.
Actually, she quite enjoyed Lu Ping holding her.
They both got up in the morning and cooked together in the kitchen—it felt really warm, didn't it!
Unfortunately, her impulsive best friend ruined the mood they had just created.
"Ha, as expected, being flat-chested means no brains. What does it matter to you what I do with your best friend? Are you excited? Or are you jealous? Jealous that you weren't the one I held?"
Lu Ping, speechless, glanced at Liu Qingcheng, turned around and patted Ning Youwei on the shoulder, saying gently, "I have to go to work now, so I'll leave first. Thanks for cooking for me, and when I have time, I'll cook something tasty for you too."
Liu Qingcheng was such a killjoy, he didn't feel romantic anymore.
Ning Youwei, looking at her frustrated best friend, nodded, "Alright, you go."
