Yun Bing flicked her in the forehead, snapping, "Ziran, did your figure deflate and your brain get dumber too,"
"You and him go to the restaurant for drinks, both get hammered, if he makes some outrageous request—like wanting to bang you or something—do you just give it to him,"
"Are you really trying to end your fifteen-hundred-year run as an old virgin,"
Ziran rubbed her head where it hurt, whining, "I, Ziran, always keep my word, I can't just refuse him, right."
"If he actually asks, I would agree to it."
Yun Bing looked at her with a strange expression, saying, "I really didn't expect you to be so easy, don't ever say you're my bestie again, you're embarrassing me."
Ziran was speechless, "You're the easy one."
*Xiao Ye listened to their conversation and to Ziran's calm attitude, feeling like things weren't that simple.*
So he spoke, "Sister Yun Bing, no need to keep trying, Sister Ziran probably has her own way to handle it,"
