It's time to give out the rings, Admiral!

Perhaps it was because of girls' innate gossip instincts, but after hearing the long-haired girl's flawed words, the short-haired girl named Dong Ning immediately became excited.

You have to understand, the girl in front of him is the only granddaughter of the prestigious An family in the city, the daughter of An Bangyun's only daughter. If such a young lady, who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and could have whatever she wanted, really had a boyfriend, that would be a very big deal.

The short-haired girl's increasingly loud voice unconsciously drew the attention of some unsuspecting classmates to herself and Dong Ning beside her. The long-haired girl, who was immediately annoyed and wondering how she had accidentally let something slip, stood up to stop her best friend from continuing her rampage. However, before she could throw her book at the short-haired girl's face as usual, she heard a classmate call her name by the classroom door.

"Zhuo... Zhuo Yuelin, Song Weifeng from Class 3 is looking for you."

The long-haired girl subconsciously turned her head to look, but the next second she saw the sunny boy with light golden hair standing by the classroom door. Her brows immediately furrowed, and she glared fiercely at the short-haired girl next to her with her clear eyes, who seemed to understand something. She walked unhappily towards the classroom door.

"Hehe, just as I expected."

Watching her friend's graceful figure walk out of the classroom, the short-haired girl grinned and chuckled. Even a well-traveled young lady like her couldn't withstand the relentless bombardment of gentleness that had lasted for almost two years. Besides, Song Weifeng, the child of the admiral of the nearby naval base, was so handsome and had a ship girl mother.

The short-haired girl began to think about how to tell the boys who sent her small gifts every day, trying to please her as their rich girl best friend, that their goddess already had someone she liked. But when she looked up, she suddenly realized that her best friend had already finished speaking and walked back.

She opened her mouth in surprise, then went to the long-haired girl's side and asked her with a puzzled look, "What's wrong, Yue Lin? Why are you back so soon? Didn't Song Weifeng invite you to lunch or anything?"

However, when faced with her best friend's question, the long-haired girl tilted her beautiful face up and snorted at her in annoyance. If it weren't for you playing matchmaker all day long and occasionally tipping off that awful guy, he would have given up on me a year ago, okay?

"Yes, but I refused. I also told him very seriously this time not to bother me again, otherwise we can't even be friends. And you, if you dare to play matchmaker like this again, don't blame me for breaking off our friendship."

The girl's melodious voice revealed a hint of anger. Song Weifeng was actually just the son of one of her maternal grandfather's business partners. Because her grandfather's business often required long-distance sea voyages, he had signed a long-term escort contract with Song Weifeng's father.

Previously, when I took her to my house, Song Weifeng and his father happened to be visiting my grandfather. As a result, she saw them and kept thinking that my grandfather and his father wanted to match us up. No matter how I explained, she continued to do as she pleased.

Thinking that she must give her a strong dose of medicine this time to stop her from talking nonsense, the long-haired girl ignored her friend's surprised and embarrassed expression and went straight back to her seat.

"No, Yuelin, I know I was wrong. I promise I won't say anything like that again. Please forgive me this time." Although she didn't know why the two of them, who could talk properly before, ended their conversation in less than a minute this time, the short-haired girl panicked a little when she heard the long-haired girl's somewhat displeased voice.

My best friend is usually very approachable, gentle and generous, but if you make her angry, the consequences can be quite terrifying. After all, this "aristocratic" school with tuition fees that would make ordinary people's eyes pop out is practically a school for this young lady herself.

The last time she got angry because a boy tried to read her diary, it even alarmed the principal, who usually didn't pay much attention to people. He ended up personally beating up his nephew in front of everyone and taking him to her house to apologize.

Seeing the girl beside her looking flustered, the long-haired girl narrowed her eyes and glanced at her. She twirled the tip of her hair with her slender fingers, thinking that she should teach her a lesson. She pursed her lips and then slowly nodded.

"Alright, then I'll give you another chance."

"Great! I knew you were the best, Yuelin! You truly are the wife I, Dong Ning, had already decided on!" Finally having won the girl's forgiveness, the short-haired girl shouted and immediately became lively again.

She put her arm around the long-haired girl's soft, fragrant shoulder, and then affectionately pressed her face against the girl's fair and smooth cheek. But as she smelled the girl's delicate fragrance, she suddenly remembered the lavender perfume that the girl had shown her before.

"By the way, Yuelin, where's your perfume from before? Could you spray some more on me? I really love the scent."

Although she was the daughter of a relatively wealthy family and had bought many designer perfumes with her pocket money, of all the perfumes she had ever seen, only the scent of the bottle that the young girl had once brought with her truly captivated her.

She was thinking of asking her best friend for even a little bit back, but to her surprise, she overheard the long-haired girl casually saying, "Oh, you mean that perfume? I already gave it away..."

Volume 1, Chapter 136: The Eight Trigrams

"Given, given away?!" The girl's soft voice drifted into her ears, immediately causing the short-haired girl to widen her eyes in disbelief.

That's a limited edition perfume with only a dozen or so bottles ever released! You could imagine how much it would fetch if sold elsewhere, and this girl just casually gave it away? Is this the difference in perspective between ordinary people and rich women?! Rich woman, hug me!!

Slightly frustrated, the short-haired girl scratched her cheek and sat back down in her seat, seemingly unable to accept reality. If she had known that her best friend would give away that perfume, she would have bought it herself, even if it meant exchanging her treasured cosmetics and all the pocket money she had saved up.

With a long sigh, looking at the long-haired girl's seemingly genuine attitude, the short-haired girl ultimately had to accept the reality that her favorite perfume had been casually given away.

She weakly covered her forehead and then asked, "So, Yue Lin, who did you give it to?!" If it was someone she knew, maybe she would have a chance to get it back.

Who did you give it to...? Hearing the short-haired girl's words, the long-haired girl, who was drawing something in her sketchbook with a pencil, seemed to remember something and slightly raised her head. Her fair and soft fingertips unconsciously curled her long side hair that fell to her chest. The image of a girl she both liked and disliked appeared in her mind.

She likes her because she's that guy's sister, but she hates her because no matter how hard she tries or how humble she is to please her, her sister still ungratefully blocks her long-cherished romance.

Although the perfume wasn't so precious that it would break her heart, the thought that it was his favorite lavender scent, and that she hadn't gotten anything in return for giving it to him, made her feel a little distressed. If she had known, she would have used that time to buy him more clothes and shoes to give him when he came back.

Reluctantly putting down her pencil, she put her sketchbook in the drawer, no longer wanting to draw. She turned to look at the anxious expression on the short-haired girl's face beside her.

"It's a girl you don't know, so telling you wouldn't make a difference. But, Dong Ning... if you want to give a gift to someone you haven't seen for a month or two, what would you give to make them happy?"

The short-haired girl sighed with regret when she received an answer from the long-haired girl that wasn't what she wanted. She was used to smearing expensive items on her face and had never heard of the young lady in front of her worrying about what gift to give. Dong Ning was surprised and frowned, not expecting her best friend to ask her such a question.

"If you want to give a gift that will make people happy, then you definitely have to consider what kind of person that is. What? Yuelin, why are you asking this? Besides, even if you say that, I don't know what you're trying to do, so how am I supposed to answer you?"

"I just wanted to give someone a gift, but you always say you're good at these kinds of things, Dong Ning? This is a very important matter. It's precisely because I can't make up my mind that I thought of asking you."

Turning around to face the short-haired girl beside her, the girl, somewhat troubled, touched her cheek and solemnly told her best friend, "This is my last chance. If I don't plead with him... he might take my sister to Tsugawa..."

"Sigh... Since you've put it that way, Yue Lin, I'll reluctantly offer my advice. After all, you're my chosen wife, right? Hehe. Ahem... So, who exactly is the person you're giving the gift to? What kind of person is he?"

Perhaps realizing that the girl beside her was genuinely troubled by this matter, the short-haired girl suddenly slapped her thigh and stood up with a shout, seeing the girl's pretty face showing a hint of worry. Since she had already received so many gifts from the young lady, she should at least try her best to help in this situation.

"Really? Then I'll have to leave it to you, Dong Ning. This is really important." For a girl who had hardly ever interacted with men except for her father and grandfather, getting help from her best friend, who had interacted with many boys, was certainly a valuable reference.

But after listening to her best friend's words, she began to recall the figure hidden in the softest part of her girlish heart, and a delicate blush unconsciously rose on her quiet and beautiful face.

"As for personality... do you want me to go into detail? Hmm... well... that person is 17 years old this year, about 1.8 meters tall, with a buzz cut, and looks very gentle and handsome. He usually likes to read quietly by himself, his favorite color is purple, he has double eyelids, a small scar on his forehead that I don't know when it was left, and the ring fingers on both hands are longer than the index fingers."

"When I talk, I like to put my hands behind my back. If I feel embarrassed or awkward, I will subconsciously touch my nose or the back of my head. I like to eat potatoes and bean products. I also occasionally eat some fried food. When I sleep, I like to sleep on my side. When eating pastries, I always take the second piece from the left first..."

"As for his personality... he's a very gentle and kind person, very considerate and caring. He's always tough on the outside but soft on the inside. If you ask him for help, even if he says he doesn't want to, he'll eventually do it anyway. If you make him angry, just apologize properly after ten minutes or so, and he'll definitely forgive you. He's very knowledgeable, knows a lot of interesting stories from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, and even knows a lot of scientific knowledge that we haven't been taught in school..."

"Stop, stop, stop!!"

Whether her words had touched a nerve with the girl or not, the short-haired girl, somewhat bewildered and surprised, quickly reached out to stop the young lady who seemed to have gotten carried away for some reason. The girl paused to think for a moment, and then proceeded to list a long list of the person's characteristics in one breath.

I just asked you to describe the obvious personality traits of the person you want to give a gift to, not to do an in-depth analysis of what kind of person they are.

And the person you're supposed to give the gift to is actually your husband, right?! Otherwise, how could you know him so well?! You even observe his little gestures perfectly! ...Wait a minute! 1.8 meters tall? A man? My husband?! Have I discovered something incredible?!

As if realizing something terrifying, the short-haired girl, looking at the girl's excited face, which was flushed but revealed a hint of longing and admiration, immediately covered her mouth, which almost made her scream.

No wonder this young lady has always been uninterested in that poor guy Song Weifeng. It turns out she really already has someone she likes. Look at that expression of a little girl who is deeply in love. It's obviously been going on for a while now!

She just said she was going to give a gift to someone she hadn't seen for a month or two, and coincidentally, she's been spending all her time sighing in the classroom for the past month... No wonder, no wonder she was scolded like that by someone who's usually so gentle. If I had someone I liked and other girls were trying to set me up with another boy like that, I'd be furious too.

Volume 1, Chapter 137: Fantasy

"Wait, Yuelin, you know that person so well... Could it be that that person is actually... Waaah..."

Discovering this incredibly surprising fact from the girl's words and actions, the shocked short-haired girl, covering her slightly parted lips, finally couldn't help but ask the beautiful long-haired girl in front of her. However, before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly covered by the girl in front of her, whose cheeks had turned bright red.

"Ugh... I'm so upset... I'm so frustrated... I... I'm so upset... Please open my mouth..." She never expected that the secret she kept in the softest part of her heart would be accidentally revealed because of this. Her clear, twilight-colored pupils were filled with shyness, and the shy girl buried her face in her arms.

Hearing her best friend's painful cries, although she had some doubts about whether this big mouth could really keep quiet, she still couldn't bear it and let her mouth shut.

"Huff... Huff..." Seeing the short-haired girl slumped in the chair, desperately breathing in fresh air as if she had been saved, the girl seemed unable to bear it any longer and quickly walked back to her seat, then cupped her burning red cheeks in her hands.

She secretly glanced down at the half-finished painting in the drawer, looking at the familiar yet comforting face. Amidst her shyness, a faint sweetness welled up in the girl's heart. She reached out and gently stroked the rough paper, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl upwards slightly.

You jerk, it's all your fault! If it weren't for you... if it weren't for the fact that I can't control myself whenever I think of you, how could Dong Ning possibly know my secret?! Now... now if everyone finds out I like you... ugh... I don't care, you have to take responsibility for me, and then dump that brat Xiao Rou and marry me!

The wedding will be held in the largest church in Tianshui City, and all relatives and friends will be invited. Afterwards, we'll go on our honeymoon to Tanwei Mountain together; I've heard the scenery there is beautiful. After we get back, we'll book a hospital appointment and then work together to have a lovely baby. My grandfather loves children the most, so it would be best if we had a football team. On holidays, you can take them to play football, and I'll capture these beautiful moments with my paintings...

Suddenly, the girl, who was immersed in her own fantasy, exuded the silly aura of a girl in love. Finally, she managed to breathe in enough oxygen into her ravaged lungs. As if that wasn't enough, the short-haired girl took two deep breaths.

Turning her head to look at her best friend across from her, whose pink lips were slightly upturned and whose moist eyes held a hint of spring, she began to feel that the image of the elegant and noble young lady in her heart, who was not very interested in men, was crumbling a little. She leaned down and whispered in the long-haired girl's ear.

"Really? Yue Lin? Tell me, who is that lucky guy who managed to win the favor of our Miss Zhuo?"

The short-haired girl's breath brushed against the girl's delicate earlobe, making her feel a little ticklish. The girl immediately snapped out of her reverie and looked at her best friend's face so close to hers. The girl, who had just almost named her twelfth daughter, blushed and frowned unhappily. She reached out and pushed the short-haired girl's cheek away forcefully. After regaining her senses, she picked up her homework and habitually slapped it on the girl's face.

"It's none of your business anymore, you stinky Dong Ning. Also, have you thought about what gift I asked you to give her?"

"Ouch!..." The short-haired girl, who was in pain and worried that her nose might be smashed by the young lady one day, quickly covered her nose with tears in her eyes.

What?! It was clearly Yuelin who gave it away by her own words, why are you hitting me?! Besides, isn't it normal to have a boy you like? Why are you so shy? That little bitch next door who doesn't like me has changed boyfriends countless times this year, and I've never seen her be shy.

Although they were already somewhat used to this level of interaction, they still couldn't help but complain a little. Seeing that the long-haired girl was still a bit shy and hadn't gotten over it, the short-haired girl was afraid that she would be slapped in the face again, so she quickly waved her hand at the girl.

"Of course I've thought it through! Yue Lin! Isn't he the kind of person who's very considerate and caring? All you have to do is... um... right, just give him a sketch of yourself. People like that usually don't care much about the price of a gift. As long as you put your heart into it, he'll definitely be very happy!"

"Huh?...Like this? Is this really okay?" The beautiful girl, who had already picked up her notebook to give this guy who always liked to tease her another beating, paused after hearing the short-haired girl's words. Thinking about his usual personality and attitude towards her, she really thought it was a pretty good method. And...if she drew all her feelings for him on paper? Wouldn't he understand her feelings for him without her having to confess them herself?

The longer-haired girl found the short-haired girl's suggestion increasingly insightful. She immediately blushed and began to imagine many scenarios in her mind. Although some of them made her blush and her heart race, it seemed that this was the only way to express her feelings, rather than giving him expensive clothes and items and then having them politely returned by him. Although giving him love paintings made her feel very shy.

Hearing the girl's words, the long-haired girl put down her homework and sat back down in her seat as if she was thinking about something. Dong Ning, who had narrowly escaped disaster and was rubbing the bridge of her nose, sighed rather unceremoniously. Thinking that her best friend might have to spend time with her boyfriend in the future and could no longer play together as often as before, she felt a little regretful despite being excited to have discovered her best friend's secret.

"Ah...what a pity, my chosen wife, Dong Ning, has been snatched away like this. Yue Lin's white, big, soft breasts will no longer belong to me. Sigh...when I touched them before, I was so envious of that despicable guy's touch...Gah!!!!..."

The young lady's gentleness, her beauty, and her large, soft breasts that seemed completely out of place for a 16-year-old girl. Thinking back to how she had secretly touched Yue Lin's breasts while she was asleep—a breast that she usually wouldn't even let anyone touch—the feel of it... Hehehe... She quietly wiped away the drool that had accidentally spilled from her mouth, and the short-haired girl, disregarding her image, looked out the window and muttered to herself.

However, perhaps she was just having a really bad day. Before she could finish speaking, a book much heavier than the workbook she had just received hit her face without any mercy. She cried out in pain, attracting the attention of many classmates. Clutching her injured nose, she turned around and saw Miss Zhuo, who was holding a thick textbook in one hand and glaring at her with a face full of shame and indignation, while she was also holding her chest with one hand.

Volume 1, Chapter 138: Breast Milk

"Damn it, Dong Ning! What did you do to me?!"

A slender finger trembled slightly as it pointed at her best friend, who was wailing and clutching her nose. A flush of anger rose on the long-haired girl's lovely face. Just as she was pondering what kind of painting she should create, she overheard the short-haired girl muttering beside her. Startled, she instinctively grabbed a book and threw it at the short-haired girl.

Instinctively, she covered her chest, her pretty, delicate face flushed red. The girl stood up angrily and glared at the guy next to her who might actually lose his nose this time.

The surrounding classmates, hearing the commotion, curiously turned their gazes toward the two best friends who were the most famous in the school, but the girl, already filled with shame and indignation, had no time to care.

It's a chest! It's a chest! Not an arm, not a leg, not a shoulder or anything like that!

As one of the most important parts of a girl's body, I usually take great care of it and wouldn't even dare to touch it! What if I touch it carelessly and then I won't be able to produce breast milk for him, myself, and his baby in the future?! My aunt told me that my mother and father were too careless when they were young, which is why she didn't have enough breast milk and had to hire a wet nurse for her!

And now this important part of my body has been touched by my best friend without my knowledge. I don't even know how hard she used it. What if I end up like my mother, unable to give him and the baby... Waaah... That awful Dong Ning, if I really become like that, you'll be euthanized by me!

Her beautiful, twilight-colored pupils became slightly moist with shame and anger, and her swollen chest trembled with angry breaths.

Seeing the girl's agitated state, she realized that her best friend and heiress was genuinely angry this time—because she had even resorted to using textbooks that she wouldn't normally use.

Fearing that the long-haired girl, who still seemed angry, might hit her poor nose again, the short-haired girl quickly reached out and shook her head vigorously.

"No, no! Yuelin! I didn't do anything to you! I just secretly touched you while you were sleeping when I stayed overnight at your house! Other than that, I really didn't do anything!"

Although her best friend usually acted very conservatively, even she was surprised that the young lady in front of her would care so much about this kind of thing, to the point of getting angry.

I'm not some annoying guy. As a woman myself, even if I touched him, it would just be seen as normal playful banter between close friends, and no one would have any objections. Besides, my sexual orientation is perfectly normal, okay? I'm not some scary lesbian! Why treat him like this?

However, if you think about it carefully now, it seems that your young lady does indeed care a lot about certain special things.

Take, for example, the time a boy tried to peek at Miss Zhuo's diary. As the person involved, I knew perfectly well that the poor boy neither did nor dared to touch Miss Zhuo's diary.

He had only accidentally spilled a little drink on her diary, which she wouldn't let anyone else touch, but because of that, she got really angry at school for the first time and went straight to the principal to have the poor boy suspended from school.

Normally, even if someone dirties her books or damages some of her valuables, she would smile and forgive them. So why would such a gentle, unpretentious, and elegant young lady, admired by many boys and girls, care so much about a diary?

Even if it contains very private information, it shouldn't be treated like this, right? I usually enjoy prying into the young lady's little secrets, and I've never been treated like this before... Could it be that there's some secret inside that can't be shown to others?

Well, that's true, but my young lady is actually very soft-hearted. The day after she forced the boy to take a leave of absence because she was angry, the boy was forgiven by her best friend and returned to school. He was also compensated with a waiver of all tuition fees for the past three years.

Knowing the girl's character, and considering that she had secretly groped her breasts despite being told not to, she knew it was entirely her fault. Of course, she wouldn't be angry with the girl for that. However... getting a textbook slapped in the face really hurts!

"No... Yuelin! I was wrong! Don't do this!! Oh... right! Didn't you say you were going to give a gift to the person you like? Actually, I think just giving a painting isn't enough! You see... you said you were going to give that person a gift, and you haven't seen that person for several months, so your relationship probably isn't very stable right now!"

"I heard that the couple in Class Two broke up because they hadn't seen each other for a while. The boy's dad transferred him to another school, and when they met again, he already had a new girlfriend! So!!... Waaah... No! Yuelin!!"

Seeing that the girl wouldn't listen to her explanation at all and angrily raised her book again, the short-haired girl, leaning back in her chair and sweating profusely, desperately tried to think of a way to escape.

In that brief moment, she remembered the girl's feelings that had just been revealed, and then she thought of the couple in the next class who had broken up a few days ago. Without thinking, she instinctively blurted out those words.

But as the book in front of her grew larger and larger, she could only close her eyes and wait for the pain to begin, as if her life was about to end.

However… she only felt a cool breeze brush against her cheek, and then she heard Miss Zhuo's somewhat uneasy and flustered voice.

"well…………?"

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