Chapter 128: Achieving an Agreement, Sisters Share Equally

The car stopped, and the two sisters opened the doors and got out.

Whispering quietly.

Song Mo sat inside the Ferrari.

Completely baffled.

He had never anticipated how the plot would unfold.

Even now,

Song Mo could not know what would happen next.

As a man, and a Martial Arts Master, he had been placed under the control of two weak women—worse still, they were both refusing to take precedence…

The more Song Mo thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

Could it be that he, a true man, was being arranged by two little girls?

After thinking it over, he felt furious!

Song Mo yanked open the car door and marched toward the two whispering women, ready to boldly declare: "So what if I like them both?"

So what if I haven't figured it out yet!

Unknown to him, as soon as Song Mo stepped out of the car, Xia Rou stepped forward.

Song Mo slightly opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Xia Rou immediately spread her arms and, without hesitation, grabbed his hand and linked her arm through his.

Song Mo felt two soft, fluffy masses—like cotton candy—pressing and rubbing against him, wonderfully comfortable.

He naturally knew what they were.

Song Mo, rarely, blushed.

Xia Rou also blushed.

But remembering her earlier conversation with her sister, their agreed-upon strategy and pact, she still chose to take the initiative.

"Hey, Boss Song, from now on I'm your girlfriend!"

"You're not allowed to speak! Let me finish!"

"You're not allowed to refuse! You can only agree!"

"I like you, and my sister likes you too—but don't get cocky, don't even think about some dirty scheme to win both of us!"

"Hmph! You're not allowed to think about anything!"

"Unless I change my mind someday!"

Xia Rou was domineering.

This was a side of her she had never shown before.

Yet she was also tender, her gaze toward Song Mo nearly melting him.

A girl expressing affection through spoiled boldness is hard for a man to dislike, especially when she's a stunning beauty?

Just now, when Song Mo was inside the car,

Xia Rou and Xia Yu had been whispering quietly.

The two sisters weren't discussing anything else—they had openly admitted they both had feelings for Song Mo, and declared they would never let go.

After all, they were sisters, with deep affection built over many years.

They didn't want their rivalry to turn ugly.

Moreover, Xia Yu's words had jolted Xia Rou: Song Mo was simply too outstanding; ask yourself honestly, how many high-quality women weren't already drawn to him?

Like Miss An Yinuo and Miss Lin Weiwei, who clung to him as if they had no self-respect, refusing to leave—what about the noble lady Adelin, far away overseas?

It's easy to conquer a kingdom, hard to hold onto it.

Rather than suspecting and fighting each other, why not unite?

Xia Yu spoke sincerely:

"Sister, I know you were the first to like Song Mo, and that you were the one who introduced me to him."

"So I know you should have priority—how about we divide it? You go first, I come after: odd-numbered days are yours, even-numbered days are mine."

"I don't mind living with you forever… you, you won't resent my intrusion, will you?"

Xia Rou didn't mind either.

But she still felt a little ashamed.

Yet Xia Yu told her:

"Don't you understand? Even though Song Mo doesn't know why, he's always been conflicted about romantic feelings."

"Precisely because he's conflicted, we must take the initiative!"

"Xia Rou, my silly sister! If we don't act now, are we just going to throw away our advantage of being right next to him, and wait for some other woman to steal him away?"

"If we act now, at least we'll have had him—even if he's stolen away later, you'll be the first to taste the grape. How could that ever be a loss?"

Her words jolted Xia Rou awake.

Xia Yu's words struck Xia Rou deeply.

Suddenly, she understood.

Yes, seize the present.

Song Mo was a huge treasure.

If she didn't act, was she going to wait for some other woman to make the first move?

If she acted now, her relationship with Song Mo could advance rapidly—she could kiss him, hug him—what was there to be ashamed or conflicted about?

Xia Rou understood.

"Sister, I get it."

"Thank you for your guidance."

"Don't worry, I'll keep the promise between us!"

Under her tailored pants, Xia Yu's legs lightly rubbed together; hearing her sister's words, she felt a surge of desire stir within her.

It seemed that no matter how much you said, even watching Song Mo all day long,

was not as good as hearing her sister say it aloud.

"Sister, I'll keep the promise."

She had never looked forward to tomorrow more than she did at this moment.

Xia Yu politely swallowed her saliva in silence,

and said to Xia Rou:

"Go on, sister—Song Mo has gotten off the vehicle."

…

As Xia Rou took the initiative to link arms with him,

Song Mo was startled, and his heart quickened.

Xia Rou smelled so good.

A fresh, citrusy fragrance.

Was it because of this brand of shampoo and body wash?

Then, would it be soft and tender to bite into?

Soft, delicate, and citrus-flavored?

His face flushed slightly.

His normally pale, slender neck now bore a faint pink tint; his cold, aloof aura vanished, replaced by a simple, bashful charm.

So adorable!

Xia Rou's heart was melting!

She regretted it—why hadn't she taken the initiative sooner? Then she could have held Song Mo earlier!

But she also felt incredibly lucky!

Right now, she was truly happy.

Xia Rou's cheeks were also flushed pink.

Yet she still acted spoiled.

Whether Song Mo liked it or not didn't matter—she just liked him, so what?

You have to like me too!

Xia Rou rose onto her tiptoes and kissed Song Mo on the cheek.

Then, her voice trembled slightly, but she spoke bravely:

"Song Mo! I fell for you the very first day I saw you!"

"Long before I even knew you because of your conflict with An Yinuo, I'd already been secretly in love with you for so, so long!"

"I don't care whether you like me or not—I've already chosen you for this lifetime! I want to give you everything!"

"I want to take care of you: when you're tired, I'll massage you; when you're thirsty, I'll buy you water; when you're hungry, I'll feed you; even if you want to do something bad… I'll still make you happy!"

"I just want to be good to you—purely and simply!"

"And I want you to be good to me too!"

"You must cherish me, love me, like me! You must care for me when I'm sick, comfort me when I'm sad, and walk with me through all the storms and passing years of this world!"

"If you don't like me, I'll…"

As she spoke these words, Xia Rou truly imagined that day.

Her eyes filled with tears, misty and adorably luminous.

"I'll…"

Xia Rou froze.

She realized she had no threat she could make.

She couldn't let go, couldn't bear to leave, and even found it hard to summon enough anger to blame Song Mo—she simply loved him too much.

What if Song Mo abandoned her?

Young girls' emotions ran deep; just imagining that day, her tears could no longer be held back—they streamed down in a gushing flow.

"Song Mo, you're not allowed to bully me ever again!"

Xia Rou sobbed as she clung tightly to Song Mo.

(End of Chapter)