Writing A Letter

Xue Ling wanted the interspatial ring.

Huanhuan's attitude was firm. "I can't give you a ring. Give up."

"If you're unwilling to give me the ring, I won't be able to help you."

"Forget it. We'd better think of something ourselves."

Huanhuan took Bai Di's hand and turned to leave. She had no intention of staying.

Xue Ling's voice came from behind. "Are you really not going to consider it? It's just a ring. I don't mind being bound for life. Why should you mind?!"

Huanhuan stopped and turned to look at him. "I don't like you. Why would I tie you to me? Even if I make you into roasted chicken, your meat will probably be too old and tough to chew."

Xue Ling raised his eyebrows. "How dare you think I'm old?!"

Huanhuan complained weakly, "Shouldn't you be more concerned about being made into roasted chicken?"

Although he was angry, Xue Ling couldn't help but tease her.