"You said you're in no hurry, well… what kind of man who's in no hurry starts by tearing his future wife's dress?" Mingzhu asked with a sigh, holding the torn fabric against her chest.
She let her Qi flow through her fingertips, sewing the torn fabric back together thread by thread, unable to look Qingyi in the face.
Her cheeks were still burning.
"Oh… big brother Qingyi sure does!" Rou'er declared, throwing herself on top of Mingzhu and hugging her from behind, pressing her cheek against Mingzhu's and making the beauty blush even more.
"You're not helping…" Mingzhu murmured softly, casting a sidelong glance at her friend.
"Well… if you can't help, at least disrupt! The important thing is to participate! Hehehe~" Rou'er gave a soft, mischievous chuckle, swaying her body from side to side without letting go of her friend.
Qingyi sighed.
