"Ah, really, comparing oneself to others will only make one feel dead inside."
Song Yuyan sighed with envy.
Shen Qinghan offered words of comfort, "Not at all, Yuyan. You're talented, have a great figure, and are beautiful. Countless girls envy you, and so many boys look up to you."
"Haha, Han Han, such a sweet talker you are. Come on, let big sister Yuyan have a taste to see if it's really that sweet."
Song Yuyan said this as she moved to kiss Shen Qinghan's lips.
Shen Qinghan was stunned for a moment before quickly stepping back a little.
Then, with a forced smile, she said, "Yuyan, don't joke around with me. I'm thin-skinned; I'll get embarrassed."
Song Yuyan stopped, her light blue eyes curving into a smile, "I'm just teasing you. Your little mouth is only for Zi Chen to kiss, Yuyan understands."
She wasn't joking, though. If Shen Qinghan hadn't stepped back just then, she really would have gone through with the kiss.