Chu Mengyao and Chu Biyao shared a big blanket, the two sisters always slept together whenever they were together, never in separate rooms.
"My dear elder sister, your prettiest little sister is sharing a bed with you, so stop zoning out and quickly get that man's image out of your head. You should be focusing on me now." Chu Biyao flicked her sister's forehead.
"Ouch!" Chu Mengyao protested softly, like a mosquito buzzing, "Don't talk nonsense, it's not what you think."
"Like a stubborn duck, still dare to speak against me, your skills aren't good enough to deceive my sharp eyes. Ye Fan disappears for a while, and look at you, crying your heart out like you're dying, now you're all happy, like there's honey in your heart. Just keep giggling to yourself."
Chu Biyao hummed with a tone of someone who knew her sister inside out, brimming with smugness.
