"Who knows, I don't want to care about her anyway," Yang Xinrui said, clearly displeased.
"Don't be mad, baby…" Liu Hun said as he reached out to touch Yang Xinrui's face.
"Cough! Cough! Didn't you see that there are others here? Flaunting your love so early in the morning! Wasn't last night enough?" Yang Zihuan pouted, clearly dissatisfied.
"You little brat! What did you just say!" Yang Xinrui's face instantly flushed red.
"Do you want me to mimic it for you… ah… it's killing me… ow! Why are you hitting me?" Yang Zihuan ducked aside as her sister tried to hit her.
"You! Try mimicking me again?!" Yang Xinrui said, hands on her hips.
"I'll mimic if I want! Don't you dare throw a pillow!" Yang Zihuan ran while holding her head, mimicking Yang Xinrui's moans comically.
