Seeing Zhao Yuan and Lu Qing laughing and talking, Yang Zi quietly nudged Lin Xue with her elbow and whispered, "Xuexue, looks like you've got some competition."
Lin Xue shot her a look and said irritably, "What competition? Don't be ridiculous. Zhao Yuan and I are just ordinary friends."
Yang Zi pursed her lips. "Ordinary friends? Would an ordinary friend be calling out his name in her sleep?"
"When did I ever say Zhao Yuan's name in my sleep?" Lin Xue's face instantly turned red. Her complexion was already fair, and now it was a lovely shade of pink, making her look exceptionally pretty.
"Last night," Yang Zi replied.
"I... Besides his name, what else did I say?" Lin Xue asked nervously, terrified she might have accidentally said something inappropriate.
