Chen Yi couldn't help letting out a soft sigh, then felt he was being too greedy; clearly, both women were already in love with him, their relationships with him already set, so there was no real need to pursue that last shred of perfection—two brides taken and wedded on the same day.
.........
"If it's not perfect ten out of ten, then I'm going to give him eleven out of eleven."
Yin Weiyin's lips curved slightly, her smile brimming; she walked around the screen and swept a glance over Lin Wanxiao, whose expression held a touch of hesitation.
Miss Lin lifted her eyes only to drop them down again in a flash, her thoughts in utter disarray.
Moonlight filtered through the thin gauze and fell across the young lady's face; that slender, pale throat trembled faintly, as if it could not bear the slightest breaking. Lin Wanxiao bit her lip and spoke: "How did you come to think of this, how did you come to think of me…"
