"Shang Xixia, you are seriously such a closet romantic! A true ancestor of the pure-hearted but secretly flirtatious crowd!" Yu Tingting's mouth opened wide in disbelief as she looked at the petite woman and exclaimed.
"Truly, talent keeps emerging in every generation. I've never seen anything quite like this."
Then Yu Tingting took five seconds to quietly self-reflect in silence.
"Ah, what can I do? It's not my fault—I'm a chronic emotional neat freak with an added touch of physical cleanliness!" The girl pressed her palms together, unsure whether she should bow reverently toward the southeast or northwest direction. Eventually, she decided to bow in every direction, thus ceremonially completing her moment of silence.
"But, Xixia, is it big?" Zhou Xingyan's eyes sparkled with brilliance as she curiously asked.
