First Beauty, a moment of spring night?
Liu Lin never imagined that Yu Siqiao would suddenly become so agitated, frightened to the point of trembling, and said, "I... I said, it's the First Beauty's, a moment of..."
Yu Siqiao gritted his teeth, the anger in his heart surged up suddenly.
Song Gu hurriedly said, "Brother Qiao, Brother Qiao, don't get so worked up, you're choking Liu Lin to death!"
Yu Siqiao abruptly pushed Liu Lin aside and shouted, "Who decided this prize!"
"Naturally the organizers, this poetry competition is held with the government's permission, it happens every year, and the prize changes each year!"
Yu Siqiao sneered, "First Beauty's moment of spring night? What if the First Beauty doesn't agree? How could the First Beauty possibly agree?"
"How could she not agree," Liu Lin lightly bumped him, saying, "Since it can be offered as a prize, it must have her consent; otherwise, who could force her?"
