"That's a good idea," Mo Qing smiled sweetly, revealing her cute and pretty dimples, giving the impression that she was very well-behaved and adorable. But in reality, she was anything but well-behaved and adorable when she actually appeared on screen.

"I just wish there were no more men as handsome as Hanhan."

That's so infuriating!

Upon hearing this, Li Qian's eyes lit up with interest, and she teased, "Friend, are you really interested?"

"Yes, I've made up my mind. I won't marry anyone but him!" Mo Qing answered with great confidence.

Li Qian was somewhat surprised by her statement.

After all, in her opinion, no matter how talented Mo Qing was, her actual age was still there.

But Jiang Wenjing didn't think that far ahead; she only knew one thing—

"I have to marry him! He's so handsome and perfect, I'll never get another chance like this. Who cares who he is? I have to get him!" Such a charming and handsome guy can't be left to anyone else; he's definitely going to be mine!

Hearing her words, even though she knew that Jiang Wenjing's thoughts differed somewhat from hers, Mo Qing still smiled brightly and said firmly, "Of course."

She loves it when others praise Hanhan, because in her heart, it makes her happier than when others praise her.

Moreover, even if she doesn't, I will still work hard to win her over.

After all, she really missed the feeling of kissing Hanhan.

She still savors that sweet, soft taste.

Jiang Wenjing bit her lip, her heart pounding with excitement, and said, "Then, bring him over so we can see him."

Mo Qing was speechless. "...Isn't this your real intention?"

"Don't be so angry. We're such good friends, of course we should share good things with each other," Jiang Wenjing thought for a moment, and then added, "Of course we should share our male gods with each other too."

Mo Qing's lips twitched, she blinked, and replied slyly, "...I'm not familiar with you."

I don't plan to share my crush either.

Hanhan wants to monopolize everything and won't share it with anyone, not even her best friends. If anyone dares to steal her man, she'll confront them!

"If you don't catch up with him, or if you give up somewhere, just introduce him to me." Jiang Wenjing put his hand on her shoulder like a good buddy. "After all, it's good to keep the good stuff in the family, isn't it?"

"Don't you dare make a move on him," Mo Qing pouted, reluctantly taking her hand away and warning her fiercely, "or we'll lose our friendship."

"You're kidding me?" Jiang Wenjing's heart skipped a beat when she saw her adorable appearance, and she couldn't help but tease her, "What if I also fall for him?"

“No,” Mo Qing’s eyes darted around, “but I can give you his comrades.”

"How does she look?" Jiang Wenjing forgot to tease her anymore and only cared about this question.

Mo Qing replied without hesitation, "Handsome."

Jiang Wenjing asked, "How does it compare to your Hanhan?"

Your Hanhan.

Mo Qing couldn't help but smile even more brightly, but she still couldn't resist teasing her, saying, "Of course his comrade-in-arms is better looking."

Yarn.

Shen Shaolin is far inferior to her Hanhan.

He's glib and full of tricks; just looking at his constantly shifting eyes, you can tell he's a cunning old fox.

(Shen Shaolin was innocently caught in the crossfire.)

Li Qian couldn't help but facepalm. Whose silly child is this? So easily fooled by a fox.

Can't you see the glint in Mo Si's eyes?

A cunning black rabbit completely fooled a genuine white rabbit.

This scene is truly a far cry from Mo Qing's innocent and naive appearance.

"Really?" Admittedly, Jiang Wenjing still had some common sense and wasn't completely blinded by the word "handsome guy." She frowned slightly, her eyes filled with doubt. "Why does something feel off?"

Li Qian felt slightly relieved.

Fortunately, I'm not completely naive; my brain is still working, albeit much slower...

"Really." Mo Qing earnestly coaxed her, continuing, "I'm not lying to you, he really is good-looking, much better-looking than my Hanhan. He's the best-looking person in their special forces team."

In Mo Qing's mind, Ji Muhan was already regarded as a god, so she was no longer human and could not be compared with those "ordinary people".

Furthermore, this statement is indeed true.

Shen Shaolin is indeed good-looking; apart from Hanhan, he is the best-looking member of the special forces.

However, she is still a bit inferior to Hanhan. After all, a noble and exquisite immortal like Hanhan is truly one in a million.

Jiang Wenjing asked curiously, "If it's really that good, why don't you pursue her?"

"Because I already have Hanhan! You can't expect me to have both of them, can you?" Mo Qing blinked her beautiful eyes innocently. "Besides, they wouldn't even look at me!"

Her long, glossy black hair cascaded gently down her back, her neat bangs curled slightly inward, her large, bright, watery eyes were framed by two dimples that appeared almost imperceptibly when she pouted, and her smile was absolutely stunning.

"This person has no taste at all. He doesn't even like you. He must be blind." Jiang Wenjing subconsciously defended him.

(Shen Shaolin is once again an innocent victim! I really want to flip the table and yell at Mo Qing, who's really looking down on whom?)

Mo Qing felt a warmth in her heart, blinked, and opened her arms to her, saying, "Wen Jing, you are so cute. Come here, let me hug you."

Look, these are her roommates.

They are all so adorable!

How could she bear to leave them and move out?

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