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"Oh my! Yes, yes, he hugged me," Sang Yu said, her voice growing softer, a hint of guilt creeping in.
"Mm?" Lin Yue swore she hadn't heard clearly.
"He hugged me!" Sang Yu exclaimed loudly before quickly covering her eyes with her hands. Huh? Why was there no response at all? She peeked through her fingers and saw her friend lost in thought. She reached out and poked her, asking, "What's wrong?"
Lin Yue lifted her eyelids to look at Sang Yu, who felt a bit scared under Lin Yue's gaze. Anxiously, she asked, "Yue Yue, what's the matter?"
"I think Lu Jing likes you," Lin Yue said with certainty.
"Impossible!"
"Why is it impossible?"
"It just is! No reason!" Sang Yu's eyes flickered as she recalled Lu Jing's reaction. No, it couldn't be; that was just a normal reaction between a man and a woman. She firmly believed that if it were another girl, Lu Jing would react the same way—after all, they were both dressed lightly.
Seeing her friend's disbelief, Lin Yue knew Sang Yu's insecurities were surfacing again. Sighing, she thought about how many times she had reassured her friend, yet she still wouldn't believe it.
"Sang Xiaoyu!"
"Ah!"
"Stand up!"
"Come on, stand up!"
"Look down at your figure. Isn't it perfectly curvy?"
Sang Yu obediently glanced down; indeed, her front was quite prominent, but she wasn't sure about the back.
"Now feel your skin—smooth and soft like milk. Doesn't it make people want to touch it?"
Sang Yu again followed instructions and felt her skin. Yes, it was indeed quite smooth.
"Now look at your delicate face—flawless and bright—with sparkling eyes, a cute little nose, and luscious cherry lips. Doesn't that blind men with its beauty?" Lin Yue pulled Sang Yu to the bathroom mirror so she could see her own charm firsthand.
Sang Yu stared at herself in the mirror; she wasn't unattractive, but surely not as exaggerated as her friend's description.
"Do you think someone like Lu Jing would like you?"
"No," Sang Yu shook her head.
Lin Yue felt momentarily stumped by her friend's response. "Well, maybe I meant 'maybe.'"
"Not possible," Sang Yu shook her head again.
Lin Yue was left speechless by her friend’s antics. Don’t get angry, don’t get angry; getting upset would only make me sick, and no one would be there to take care of me. Don’t get angry, don’t get angry; after all, this is my dear friend. Lin Yue reassured herself.
With a face full of disillusionment, she slumped on the sofa. Lu Jing, oh Lu Jing, I originally wanted to help you achieve your wishes sooner. Of course, my main intention was to let my friend enjoy the sweetness of love as soon as possible. But alas! You really are a blockhead; good luck with that.
Sang Sang, I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.
Huh? Oh, let’s go.
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