Yan Han buried herself in Lin Shuang's pillow, glanced at Su Wan, and reached out to gather all of Lin Shuang's throw pillows in her embrace.
"You better not compete with me~"
Seemingly to prove the sisterly bond between them, Yan Han eventually relented and, somewhat unwillingly, tossed a pillow to Su Wan.
"Fine, I'll let you have one~ After all, we are good sisters, aren't we, Sister Wan?"
Su Wan caught the pillow thrown by Xiao Han with an expression of distaste, "…Who's as infatuated as you."
Though she said that, Wanwan didn't throw the pillow away, and casually hugged it.
Watching Xiao Han nestled in the pillow, utterly blissful…
Su Wan, as if possessed, leaned in close to Lin Shuang's pillow and lightly sniffed it.
Hmm? Why does it smell familiar! It's the scent she'd tasted several times!
What on earth had Lin Dasha done to this pillow! Not even sparing the pillow?
Yan Han stopped rolling around and observed Su Wan's expression, "Sister Wan, what did you smell?"
