Colorful Butterflies Dancing Together

Back in the room, Yu Shang was inside, staring wide-eyed at An'an.

Qin Yi looked at An'an in great surprise.

This girl was unexpectedly no longer in her cylindrical clam shell today. She still maintained her butterfly-winged appearance, fresh, soft, and timidly standing there. She formed a stark contrast with the heroic and proudly aloof Yu Shang, yet both were beautiful. There was simply no telling which kind of beauty was lovelier; that probably depended on the observer's personal tastes...

Naturally, in Qin Yi's eyes, his own wife was prettier. He soon walked over with a smile and embraced Yu Shang. "Why were you and An'an staring each other down first thing in the morning?"

Yu Shang snorted coldly. "She came over all dressed up at the crack of dawn. Who knows who she was trying to seduce?"

An'an said angrily, "It was Sir who told me to open my clam shell. I deliberately kept this form!"

"You could have opened that original cylindrical clam shell of yours. Who are you dressing up so prettily for?"

"I..." An'an was left speechless. She really had done it for Qin Yi to see. After all, Qin Yi had earnestly told her yesterday, "You're very pretty, An'an."

What female creature did not love hearing that... Besides, Sir had already said such things, so deliberately turning back into that original cylinder afterward would have been a little too affected, would it not?

That was why she had continued coming around in her butterfly-winged form.

But Sir had not been home, and she had run straight into his wife's eyes. That seemed rather... awkward. Tears rolled around in An'an's eyes as she had no idea how to explain herself.

"Don't, don't..." Qin Yi hurriedly stopped her. "Don't turn into pearls again. I feel like just