#Best Backstabbing Friend Official Certification#
Dong Feifei was not happy hearing it, pouted and said, "She looks so-so, her chest isn't as big as mine. Brother Yimo, you should still like me. I'm prettier than her, and since we were kids, I've been determined to be your bride! Whatever you like about her, I'll change to be like that."
When Dong Feifei spoke, she was full of charm, with a bit of a little girl's innocent willfulness, not annoying, but rather made people want to laugh.
Qiao Jing hugged Dong Feifei, coaxing, "My good sister, Yimo just likes this type, flat-chested, can eat, and can fight. You're definitely not going to learn that."
Tong Yan: ...
Got hit even while lying down.
Sorry for being flat-chested!
Discriminated against everywhere I go.
Bo Yimo sat next to Tong Yan, picked up a wine glass, gently swirled it, the red liquid swaying slightly, reflecting a brilliant light, echoing the dim lighting, a kind of luxurious romance.
"Don't bother with them."
