"Luoluo, do you have any?" Zhao Qianqian immediately widened her eyes, looking delighted.
"I don't have any, but I believe my three masters can concoct some formulas to delay aging. They're all in their sixties and seventies yet look rosy and have not a trace of age spots. If anyone says they don't have any formulas, I'd never believe it, not for a second."
"Luoluo, I'm counting on you," Zhao Qianqian stood up and strutted over to Luo Ye's bed, shaking her in a playful manner, "You can't back out."
Luo Ye made a retching gesture, "Buddha, Jesus, Virgin Mary, whoever, just come and take this little demon away! Don't let her wreak havoc anymore!"
"Say that again!"
"Buddha, Jesus..."
"Annoying!"
The two laughed and twisted together. Once they stopped, Luo Ye rubbed her face, sore from laughing, and turned serious: "Qianqian, this time the task is for both of us."
