"Bastard, why did you say we were a couple just now?" Qingluan kicked Song Xiaodong and asked with a stern face.
Song Xiaodong laughed, "Then what should I say? That we are enemies? Can enemies come together like this?"
"Why didn't you say we were siblings?" Qingluan retorted angrily.
Song Xiaodong rolled his eyes and said, "Siblings wouldn't work. Do you think siblings would bathe together in a pond? That would become a mess..."
Qingluan thought it over and agreed, then glared at Song Xiaodong, "Oh, that's true, but this is just pretend, don't you get any ideas."
"Hehe, just like the past couple of days will do."
"Dream on!" Qingluan's face turned red and she kicked Song Xiaodong again.
Soon, someone brought them clothes. They put them on quickly; the material was very coarse and uncomfortable to wear but still better than leaves, which satisfied Qingluan quite a bit.
