Chapter 1156

Her heart thumped like a startled fawn—this was happening way too fast.

Although she liked Lin Cheng very much too, the moment she thought about him taking her as his bride so soon, her heart couldn't help but flutter into a panic.

What she felt even more was shyness and anticipation. What was she to do—she was only a little over three hundred years old, and by elven reckoning that was still far too young; the youngest elves seemed to marry only after seven hundred or so.

But if she refused, would it make Lin Cheng sad?

What if he ended up not wanting her—what would she do then?

In an instant, Valkyrie Ailin sank to her knees on the grass, caught in a dither over whether to accept or refuse.

Meanwhile.

Miss Qianhui was also chasing Lin Cheng, ready to pummel him.

"Don't even think about it! You actually dare to keep two women dangling at once? Don't you run—wait till I beat that fickle radish of yours to death!"

"Haha, can't catch me."

"Just keep running. The moment I catch you, you're done for."

Only Little Red and Yun Shang sat off to the side, sour-faced, munching cocoa beans as they watched Lin Cheng and Miss Qianhui roughhouse, sighing and lamenting.

This is what love reeking of jealousy looks like.

Yun Shang recalled how she and Yun Mo had once romped and tussled just as happily—pity that the other had only been pretending, instead of being as genuinely open as Lin Cheng.

If only that person had been real. Sigh.

"Sister, looks like you've got two formidable rivals in love. Giving up now might still be in time 〃〃."

"Impossible. Your big sister here will never admit defeat!"

Little Red had always been one who refused to lose; moreover, once a spirit pet chose to follow, that following was for life.

She had long since made up her mind to follow him for a lifetime. No matter how many women gathered around Lin Cheng, she would claim a place at his side.

Besides, she was a spirit pet—that identity would make the others let their guard down around her, letting her seize them off-guard and win a spot beside her master.

She had even picked out her spot—Lin Cheng's shoulder. She was a sentimental fox; she had perched on his shoulder before, so staying on his shoulder now would do just fine.

Anywhere else, she might not feel comfortable.

"Sigh!"