Zhu Qingling felt both shy and pleased, with a hint of smugness as well. She slightly raised her swanlike neck and said crisply:
"That's my Male God. Of course he blessed me. If you want to receive a blessing, go find your own Male God. I'm sure that once you do, you'll become as lucky as I am."
"Hmph, hmph."
Meng Weici went wild, her delicate nose wrinkling into a ball.
"Was your Male God someone you found? Yours descended from the heavens, all right? You were just unbelievably lucky!!"
"Hehe."
Zhu Qingling grinned foolishly.
"I really am lucky."
"I can't take it anymore. I'm about to die of envy!"
Meng Weici's eyes suddenly shifted, and she reached out to tickle Zhu Qingling.
Zhu Qingling giggled uncontrollably.
She tried to get away, but Meng Weici held her tightly in her arms.
With no other choice, she could only beg for mercy.
"Stop, stop, stop teasing me."
"Call me Big Sister."
"Fine, fine, good Big Sister."
"Hmph, hmph."
Only then did Meng Weici stop tormenting her. She wrinkled her nose, snorted twice, planted her hands on her hips, and said smugly:
"So what if you have a Male God's blessing? You still have to call me Good Big Sister."
Zhu Qingling did not expose her little scheme. She merely smiled and said:
"Go to sleep. You still have to get up tomorrow to record songs, then come back and continue practicing martial arts."
Meng Weici instantly became utterly despairing.
"Ahh~~ Why don't I have a Male God? If I had one, I'd have everything and wouldn't have to work myself to the bone every day. Ah~ Where's my main-character heroine script? Where's my Male God?"
Zhu Qingling almost lost control laughing. Meng Weici's appearance made her feel both proud and pleased,