"Who would believe your bullshit?"
Hua He, the most hot-tempered of them all, sneered. "At worst, we'll die together. Just thinking about you not surviving already makes me feel much better."
"I never expected Sister Hua He to be willing to die for love with me. No wonder you hit me so hard—hitting is affection, scolding is love. Sister Hua He is truly devoted to me."
Tang Yu clicked his tongue twice.
The little female brat Hua He nearly cracked at those words. Her true essence surged, and she was about to rush over and fight Tang Yu.
But their eldest sister, Hua Yu, reached out to stop her and said calmly, "There's no need to argue with him. You can't outtalk him. Let's deal with the situation at hand first."
"I do have an advantage in verbal sparring. But when it comes to stir-frying, who wins and who loses is another matter."
Hearing Hua Yu's praise, Tang Yu felt a little embarrassed. When it came to stir-frying, the other party had the innate advantage—after all, she was the field, and he was the ox.
If the battle lasted too long, he would definitely be stir-fried to death!
"Ah, what terrible luck. Forget getting revenge—I even ended up caught in this mess with you."
Hua Yao, the youngest of the three sisters, spoke with a hint of grievance as she hugged her second sister, Hua He, resting her pair of breasts atop Hua He's head.
Hua He's face darkened. She backhandedly slapped her twice and said, "Put them on my head again and I'll rip them off."
For someone going hungry, nothing was more infuriating than having someone beside them eating and smacking their lips.
"Miss Hua Yao, as they say, no discord, no concord. Besides, our relationship could be