"Young Master Jiang's wife must be very beautiful, right?"
Beside the bonfire, Qin Ling lowered her head and spoke softly.
Hearing the girl's question, Jiang Lin froze for a moment. Then, in his mind, images of his master, senior sister, Su Su, Little Jia, and various other figures—both those who should have appeared and those who shouldn't—flashed past...
"Mm... In my heart, they..."
"They?" Qin Ling raised her head curiously, her eyes blinking rapidly.
"No... What I mean is, she is the most beautiful."
Jiang Lin hurriedly changed his words and tried to explain himself.
"As expected..."
Qin Ling pinched the bamboo skewer holding the roasted meat. Her eyelids drooped slightly. The girl did not know how to hide her thoughts, and the look of dejection on her face made even Jiang Lin feel a little unable to bear it.
"Actually, Miss Qin Ling is very beautiful too." Looking at the girl's dejected appearance, Jiang Lin smiled.
But the moment he finished speaking, Jiang Lin really wanted to slap himself!
Damn it, what am I saying?
He had meant to cut through the knot with one swift stroke. Better a short burst of pain than prolonged suffering. Yet here he was, flirting with her instead!
This damn Yasashi of mine!
"Eh?"
The girl had not expected him to say that. His sudden remark made her eyes widen as she blinked at Jiang Lin again and again. She was truly adorable.
"Young Master... Young Master, please don't tease Qin Ling..."
"That really is an injustice." Jiang Lin continued making use of his main profession as a Flower-Picking Thief. "I like Miss Qin Ling very much..."
The instant Jiang Lin finished speaking, Qin Ling's heart jolted violently. It was as if she were about to ascend to heaven. As she looked at