When You Get Married, I'll Be Your Maid-of-Honor

Ye Qianqian's words had a tone of suggestiveness to it. When Fang Tongtong heard that, she felt a prick in her conscience.

She looked away and didn't meet Ye Qianqian's eyes. A little bashfully she said, "Oh my god. What little boyfriend are you talking about? There's no such thing!"

"No?" Ye Qianqian leaned even closer. "If there isn't, why are you blushing? Damn! Fang Tongtong gets embarrassed too! Hurry! Tell me! What kind of a person is that guy? Is he handsome?"

Fang Tongtong felt even more unsettled. She turned her head away and replied, "Stop imagining things! It's not a guy!"

"Do you leave the house early and come back late for someone who isn't a guy?" Ye Qianqian clearly didn't believe her. "Yeah, right!"

Fang Tongtong saw how preoccupied Ye Qianqian looked cooking her noodles. Her feelings of emptiness abated a little.