Ling Chen pointed to his own nose and said, "The one your sister likes is me."
Uh... Nanrong Hao turned his head away, struggling to hold back his laughter.
"What's wrong? Am I not speaking the truth?" Ling Chen glared at Nanrong Hao.
"No no no." Nanrong Hao hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Chen, you're not wrong, my sister does like you, but that's a different story. You can't just wrap yourself up as a gift for her, unless..." At this point, Nanrong Hao's face revealed a sly smile.
"Unless what?" Ling Chen pressed on.
Nanrong Hao leaned in close to Ling Chen's ear and whispered, "Unless you deliver yourself to her bed. My sister would definitely be satisfied."
Hearing this, Ling Chen 'smack', slapped Nanrong Hao on the head, reprimanding him irritably, "Is my sister that kind of person?"
Nanrong Hao rubbed his head, muttering, "I don't know about my sister, but you definitely are that kind of person."
