Big Dipper pursed his lips and accused, “Sis Feng, you’re lying! You haven’t given up on Emperor Ji and Lord Asura yet!”
Seven Star expressionlessly said, “If Sis Feng doesn’t like these ones, we can look again.”
Ye Wanwan wanted to pull her hair out from aggravation.
Big Dipper ordered the group of men to leave first before persistently saying, “Sis Feng, I was afraid you wouldn’t be satisfied, so the second and third batches are on the way already! I’ll definitely make sure you find someone you’re satisfied with!”
Ye Wanwan rubbed her chin and feebly said, “I swear! I was just having fun because I was bored earlier! I really, truly, don’t have any, any feelings for Emperor Ji and Lord Asura, OK?”
“Really?” Big Dipper evidently didn’t believe her. “Then why did you give 999 white roses to Emperor Ji in public and ask Emperor Ji out for a candlelit dinner? After you finished, you jumped over the wall of Asura’s manor in the middle of the night to secretly meet up with Lord Asura and was wearing Lord Asura’s clothes when you came back…”
Ye Wanwan didn’t even have time to stop Big Dipper, and he already blurted everything out.
She quickly glanced at the cabinet, terror-stricken, before viciously glaring at Big Dipper.
Currently, inside the dim cabinet:
Electricity sparked as the two men’s gazes collided together.
The cabinet’s sound-proofing was decent, so people outside couldn’t hear them if they spoke quietly.
The narrow space barely fit two people. Ji Xiuran was reclining against the side as he calmly smiled and said, “We meet again, what an honor.”
Si Yehan’s eyes were aloof. “What commendable willpower you have, Emperor Ji.”
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