Xia Zhiqing cupped a handful of water in her hands, pouring it onto her truth, as droplets slid down the alabaster skin tinged with red, into the bathing bucket, she whispered:
"Zhi Ning, Mo Lang is your man, and you're not young anymore. It's time to change the way you call him, stop calling him a bastard all the time. Once it becomes a habit and the children hear it in the future, it won't be good."
"Sister, you're really defending him. Having you is truly a blessing that bastard has earned over several lifetimes." As she spoke, Xia Zhining smilingly hugged Xia Zhiqing's neck, and said, "Sister, I'm not stupid. I only call him that in front of you and privately, I wouldn't do that in front of others."
Holding each other tightly, Xia Zhiqing's body visibly shuddered, she pushed Xia Zhining away, maintaining some distance, her face flushed as she said, "Stop messing around."
"Oh come on, Sister, he's not here. What are you embarrassed about..." Xia Zhining said nonchalantly.
