Mu Shuang especially liked the notion of someone perfect like Yun Jian matching an equally perfect guy. Although she did not make any sound, her hands were already clasped together like she was a witness to the birth of a match made in heaven.
For some reason, Yun Jian could hear the smoky fume and aggressiveness in Si Yi's words. It was a thick, explosive sense of possessiveness—about as strong as the lingering scent of the rocket firecracker after it was lit up that she used to play with.
"You're so busy. You don't have to come," Yun Jian pressed her lips together before saying something like this.
Right after she said that, Si Yi's hushed voice replied, "Xiao Jian, are you being naughty again when I'm not around? Hmm? I'll teach you a lesson when I come back."
