Ai Miaomiao put on an innocent look: "Really, Senior Brother? Ah, Junior Brother, my bad, my bad… I'll scrape it out for you."
"You two bastards, don't come over here!" Zhao Xing choked till his eyes watered, and his body started growing vines again, sprouting against his will.
Only this time, Zhao Xing took just a moment to complete one full circulation.
"Junior Sister, looks like Junior Brother really has mastered it." Wei Lan stared at the top of Zhao Xing's head as the vines shrank back into his body.
"He really has, wow. Congrats, Junior Brother." Ai Miaomiao's face was full of regret.
Congrats my ass, you two have been laughing the whole time, you totally did it on purpose!
"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, do you guys not have your own business? Why are you glued to me every day!" Zhao Xing said indignantly.
