In the presidential suite, Qu Man and Zong Rui roughhoused for a long time before they collapsed in exhaustion and started sharing secrets.
"Ruirui, you brat! After what you did, how am I ever supposed to get married?"
Qu Man gave Zong Rui a wounded look.
She never dreamed her own bestie would stab her in the back.
Live-streaming her entire bath for Qi Sheng to see.
Just thinking about it made Qu Man want to die of embarrassment.
"Relax. Worst case, we'll be sisters in this together. Think of it as keeping the good stuff in the family."
Zong Rui couldn't resist copping a feel of Qu Man's assets, which were just a smidge smaller than her own.
"Hey… stop it. It's not like you don't have your own."
Qu Man slapped Zong Rui's wandering hand away, suddenly on guard as if fending off a pervert.
She'd just dared to live-stream her bath, after all.
Who knew if she'd try to sneak Qi Sheng in later tonight.
