Piao Xiuzhen said solemnly, "I've watched you and Ding Ling flaunt your affection for so long that I'm practically drooling with envy. Bestie, you can't eat all the meat yourself and not even leave me a mouthful of porridge!"
Song Zhuxi's cheeks flushed red. After her eyelashes fluttered twice, she glared at Piao Xiuzhen and scolded her:
"Enough. I'll talk to Ding Ling about it today."
"Make sure you ask clearly this time. Try to get a definite answer."
Piao Xiuzhen pouted and muttered, "You asked last time too, and it was completely useless. Don't let me down so badly this time. You know I'm desperate to escape being single now. I don't want to keep watching other people flaunt their relationships. I want to flaunt mine too."
"Fine."
Song Zhuxi couldn't help laughing. "I'll really introduce someone to you then. Don't just talk without following through."
"Bestie, just watch me. I've maxed out my skill points in this area."
Song Zhuxi patted her chest and spoke with absolute confidence.
That very day, Song Zhuxi told Ding Ling about Piao Xiuzhen's situation.
Ding Ling really did introduce a very reliable young man to Song Zhuxi.
Just as Song Zhuxi had said, she was only good at talking. When it came time to actually act, she lost her nerve.
In the end, it was still the man who took the initiative, and the two of them got a happy ending.
As for Song Zhuxi?
After she married Ding Ling, she stuck to him every day. Wherever Ding Ling went, she went too.
The only thing that troubled her was that she was becoming more and more afraid of nightfall.
Why?
All she could say was that sometimes, having a man who was too fierce could be both blissful and troublesome.