Da Qiao's pale face was suddenly tinged with a blush, like a shy maiden gazing at her beloved, her eyes like rippling water, full of love and reserve.
Zhou Yu looked, as if struck by lightning, stepping back abruptly in disbelief, staring at Da Qiao:
"You, you..."
"Young Master Zhou."
Da Qiao shyly:
"Don't let your imagination run wild, it's not what you think."
"But you..."
Zhou Yu was about to explain further when Xiao Qiao suddenly interjected:
"Zhou Yu! Can't you see Ding Ling in a different light?"
She was somewhat displeased, feeling sad:
"Ding Ling is doing his best to treat sister, but what about you? What did you say and do before?"
Zhou Yu's face turned slightly pale:
"I, I just..."
"You're just jealous of Ding Ling."
Xiao Qiao's eyes reddened slightly:
"I may be a bit slow, not as smart as you, but can you stop imposing your thoughts on me? I think Ding Ling has done well. He hasn't bothered us. Why do we keep disparaging him over and over?"
