You can understand me, and I can understand you.
Zhang Siqing did not make things difficult for Zhuang Dongdong.
After learning about Zhuang Dongdong's temper and personality, she could not bring herself to make things difficult for her.
Besides, just as Ding Ling had said, Zhuang Dongdong had met Ding Ling first.
She could only be considered the newcomer.
At this thought,
she hesitated for a while before taking the initiative to ask:
"Would you be willing to share Ding Ling with me?"
After saying this, her face flushed bright red. She suddenly felt so shameless. How could she have said something like that?
But the words had already left her mouth, like water that had been spilled. There was no way to take them back. She could only lower her eyes, her ears burning hot, and wait for Zhuang Dongdong's reply.
Zhuang Dongdong froze. She clearly had not expected Zhang Siqing to ask so bluntly. But she loved Ding Ling deeply, and giving him up was something she absolutely could not do.
So she quickly came to her senses and answered without overthinking:
"Of course. I won't leave Ding Ling. I also don't want to do anything that would make him unhappy. He said he won't leave you, so I won't let you leave him either. Don't worry."
Zhuang Dongdong had actually said something like that.
Her awareness and degree of self-reflection were astonishingly deep.
She actually loved Ding Ling to such an extent.
For some reason, Zhang Siqing suddenly felt somewhat ashamed of herself.
Compared to Zhuang Dongdong, her love seemed more selfish and less magnanimous.
She pursed her lips and said:
"Since even the one who came first is saying that, what else can I, the newcomer, say?"
She resigned herself to it. After all, it was