Feng Jun finally understood why people said little girls were the easiest to placate. It really was true.
When Zhang Caixin learned that she could "stay by his side the longest," her face remained cool, but her mood improved considerably.
A young girl in love was already captivating enough. Add to that a stunning, queenly older sister, and the management center staff felt that the morning weather was a little too hot—hey, the nosebleed was impossible to hold back.
Feng Jun had only just shaken off Zhang Caixin when Red Sister quietly sidled over, whispering sneakily, "I told you... Cai Xin is the most suitable for you."
"You," Feng Jun shot her an irritated look, "can't we just practice yoga happily?"
"Of course I want to practice... but I won't fight her for a man. If you dare toy with her, I'll... die with you."
Feng Jun rolled his eyes. "Obviously it's... forget it, I won't say it."
Red Sister glanced around, and the tip of her shoe landed on the top of Feng Jun's foot—the tip of a high heel, hard as could be.
The hard high-heeled tip twisted fiercely. She gazed into the distance with a queenly smile, noble and composed. Without moving her lips, she uttered, "You're not allowed to forget it. Say it!"
"Hiss." Feng Jun sucked in a breath, pulled his foot free, and turned to leave, muttering, "Obviously, you two are the ones toying with me!"
Before Red Sister could blow up, he had already turned and left. "Friends have come to the manor. I need to head back."
This time, Dou Jiahui had suffered a blow. Gazi had been right—he really had gone to meet an online friend.
The girl was quite pretty, five years younger than him and only just twenty.
Girls