Yang Fei's head spun. He pulled a long face and looked at Nico. "Really?"
Nico instantly blushed hard, stomped her foot, and shot Milan a coquettish glare.
"Sister Milan, you're making fun of me again."
At this point, Nico gave Milan a sly princess-like grin.
"Last night I heard you talking in your sleep. You said you wanted to have monkey babies with Brother Fei…"
Milan was scared out of her wits, rushed over, and grabbed Nico by the cheeks.
"You damn girl, slandering your sis again—see if I don't rip that mouth of yours right off."
Nico refused to back down and reached over to scratch Milan's armpit in return.
Milan instantly burst into helpless laughter, staggering backward again and again, while Nico pressed the attack.
In the blink of an eye, the two girls were tangled up in playful wrestling and laughter.
Yang Fei looked at the two girls, both more radiant than flowers.
One gentle and sweet, the other lively and cute, and his heart itched a little.
