The competition ended. Caihong had to return the bunny to its owner. She didn't say anything about the race, but as Lifen received the little guy from her, she exclaimed, "Why does it have a smell of wine over its body?"
Just hearing, Caihong immediately found the reason the pet lost in the competition.
'Trick person.' She bit her lips.
Even though what could she do? Still, she lost. This point, Lantian perceived clearly. She didn't care if her trick was discovered. She came back home as a winner, and her lips smiled forever, even when she was in the bathtub.
"I don't understand why you adore Miss Caihong like this," Xiaolan said, at the same time her hands were wiping a cloth gently on Lantian's back.
"Don't you think Caihong is pretty?" Lantian asked.
"Yes, she is pretty. But the first young lady, third young lady, fourth young lady, and fifth young lady are also pretty. Why don't you cherish them?"
Lantian extended her lips but didn't say a word.
"Look at your skin. It is red. Later on, it will be bruised." With concern, Xiaolan immersed tissue in warm water and then applied it on the shoulder of her mistress that was containing many pieces of dark pink color. "She is a daughter of the millionaire," she added, "but her hands are hard, different from the hands of Miss Yang Ying, slim and soft."
Though it was true, Lantian did not wish to hear, but she did not know what words to spell to refuse with the female servant besides changing the topic to stop the harsh speaking over the lady that she fancied.
"Um, Yang Ying. Hurry up. I need to go out."
Xiaolan popped her eyes. "Are you going out again?"
"I haven't met Yang Ying for many days. I want to see her."
"Many days?" Xiaolan cocked her head. "You just met her a few days ago."
"Don't speak much. Hurry up."