After all, whether it ought to be said or not—
She, White Snake, had lived in the mortal world for so many years; she was no longer a child.
The feelings between men and women were naturally of utmost importance.
But whether it ought to be said or not, what mattered even more was that both sides moved toward each other, that both were considering things for the other.
Only in this way could this relationship continue to become secure, could it continue to find a place to settle in the not-too-distant future.
That was also the beautiful future that she, White Snake, and Qin Jiuge should have had from the start.
At this moment, White Snake said nothing, only continuing to look at Qin Jiuge with that gaze filled with faint resentment; the true affection and honeyed tenderness in her eyes was absolutely as sincere as could be.
And at this moment, Qing She was quite plainly standing there, watching Qin Jiuge's fine little spectacle.
A trace of smugness showed on her face, as if she were saying outright: with me, Qing She, here, you rotten men can dream on if you think you can fool my elder sister.
I, Qing She, would never, no matter what, let you people so easily get what you wanted here. But it had to be said, having such a good younger sister as Qing She was indeed White Snake's good fortune.
At this moment, White Snake folded her arms, and the smug look on her face was also extremely obvious.
In her eyes, the love between a man and a woman and the bond between sisters had never had any distinction of high or low; there was only a difference in weight and importance.
"Elder sister, do you see?
This rotten man