"A date is just taking a walk together, seeing an opera, having a meal, that sort of thing. We've never even held hands. My mom said girls can't be so casual," Zhen Xiaoyan said.
"...Come on, how are you supposed to beat Shalan like this? Look at her—she's practically plastered all over Moya. Fatty, this won't do. How about getting Moya drunk tonight, and then you... hehehe..."
"Drop dead!! Seriously, how can I beat Shalan? She's hogging Moya and refusing to let go." Zhen Xiaoyan instinctively recoiled from such physical contact, and only she knew why.
"If you're like this, it'll be hard to find any way to beat Shalan. At the very least, you have to let him hold your hand. Otherwise, any man would prefer being with Shalan."
"Hold hands... Fine, I'll let him hold my hand!" Zhen Xiaoyan seemed to have made that decision with great effort.
"That alone isn't enough. You need to hug and kiss him..." Ye Lang continued.
"No!!" Zhen Xiaoyan immediately shook her head in refusal.
"Come on, do you even like him? Things like that are perfectly normal in a relationship. It's not like I'm telling you to give yourself to him."
"No means no. I do like him, but I can't do things like that unless he marries me!"
"You're way too traditional. I can't help you like this, so figure it out yourself!" Ye Lang stopped paying attention to Zhen Xiaoyan. There was no way this could work.
"If you won't help me, I won't give you any food!!"
"I can just snatch it myself..."
"You..."
"You two, haven't you noticed where the problem lies?" their friend, who had been watching from the sidelines, asked. She was truly powerless before these two.
"What problem?" the two asked in unison.