Zhao Youlin raised her eyebrows and smiled. She continued to stab a knife into his heart. "Moreover, you're such a perfect person. How can we mortals dream of him? Leave the girls in my company to those imperfect, lesser men. You are only going to scare them away."
Luo Weibing only heard a muffled sound. The two arrows had accurately stabbed into his small heart, causing internal injuries again!
"Sis, would it kill you to stop ridiculing me?!" Luo Weibing took a deep breath and resisted the urge to fight. He gritted his teeth and said.
Zhao Youlin smiled. "It's true that I won't die if I stop ridiculing you, but I'll feel uncomfortable. It's not good to speak against my conscience."
Luo Weibing was speechless. He was stabbed by another arrow. He was in a bad mood. Why was everyone around him stabbing him? Could they still be happy friends?!
