"You're coming onto me now? If you pull another beauty trap, I'll have to get you in bed."
Lin Fan looked at the thin Gao Man; she really was the spitting image of her sister, but if one must pinpoint a difference, it was that her brows carried an added air of valor.
"I... not at all!"
Gao Man hastily turned her head away, refusing to tell Lin Fan that her soul had practically floated to the bed last night. In her fluster, she straightened her hair and said, "You've woken up... so... may I leave now?"
The swagger from last night was nowhere to be found; Gao Man dared not look into Lin Fan's eyes because, in her dreams, it was his face that appeared, stirring feelings too embarrassing to voice, leaving her underwear uncomfortably damp.