Her long, fair fingers tenderly caressed Song Yiyi's rosy cheek, then, with a teasing hint, gently traced her sister's soft lips. Yet her gaze remained fixed on Su Lin:
"Though Yiyi has been pampered since childhood, making her somewhat impulsive and willful, her natural gift and perception are exceptional. However, she has grown somewhat lazy from relying on me. Besides…"
She paused, her gaze sweeping over her sister's graceful figure:
"With such looks and figure, which are exactly like mine, how could Young Master Lin not be tempted by such beauty?"
"Sis!" Song Yiyi struggled in embarrassment and annoyance in her sister's embrace.
Song Yiren gently pushed her away and continued:
"Moreover, like curd settling from brine, one thing naturally subdues another. To Yiyi, Young Master Lin is the predestined nemesis, a fateful match. Her little temper, in the eyes of Young Master Lin, would perhaps be mere bedroom charm and surely wouldn't annoy you, right?"
