"What's there to envy, you little ghost? Do you want to be a bride multiple times too?"
Unexpectedly receiving a hit, Xiao Taohong wasn't happy: "How many times I get married is none of your business!"
Little Tiger: "You're my girl, of course it matters."
"Stop dreaming. You think a few sweet words can fool me?"
"What do you want?"
"At least like Master, with Ten Miles of Red Makeup."
"Pfft, that's nothing for me." Little Tiger scoffed dismissively.
"Stop boasting."
"Whoever boasts is a turtle and a coward."
"Alright, if there's no Ten Miles of Red Makeup, I'm not marrying." Xiao Taohong said arrogantly.
"Such a demanding little ghost."
Xiao Taohong retorted defiantly: "Even little ghosts are women and have the right to pursue romance."
"Romance? Isn't a space full of flowers romantic enough?"
"It's not like you gave them to me." Xiao Taohong scoffed, unimpressed, the space always has flowers.
