Lih Meng blinked: "What else then?"
"I'll beat the hell out of you."
Shen Yuan forcefully turned her around and gave two slaps on her red buttocks, leaving two palm prints on the peach-like cheeks.
Lih Meng not only didn't dodge but twisted excitedly. Yet she said: "Hmph, hitting me again, you're addicted to it, aren't you?"
"What else then?" Shen Yuan imitated her.
Lih Meng didn't respond, thinking about something, and a trace of sadness flashed in her beautiful eyes: "Shen Yuan, I really envy my sister."
"Envy what?"
Lih Meng gazed blankly: "Envy you getting married, envy my sister having your baby."
Faced with such things, anyone would be envious. Moreover, what her sister has is something she'll never possess.
Shen Yuan touched her flat belly: "Actually, you could too."
Lih Meng laughed: "Then my dad would send three bullets to your forehead: one for my sister, one for me, one for himself."
"He doesn't carry a gun since he retired."
