"Sis, what are you two whispering so closely about!" An Ping, unable to bear his hunger any longer, came into the kitchen to see if An Hao's cooking was ready and happened upon this scene of the two huddled together and murmuring.
At first glance, it appeared quite affectionate.
"What we're doing? We're whispering a secret, right, sis?" Bai Yanjiao purposefully draped her arm around An Hao's, presenting a facade of closeness for An Ping to see, while her hand ruthlessly pinched a chunk of An Hao's inner arm.
A sharp pain shot through her, nearly bringing tears to An Hao's eyes.
She bit her teeth, squeezed out a smile, lifted her other hand to grasp Bai Yanjiao's hand, her nails digging deeply into her flesh, and brushed her hand away with a laugh, "Actually, there's no secret. Yanjiao said that with New Year's coming, she wants to use her own saved money to buy you a gift, talking about getting you two cans of luncheon meat."