In terms of temperament, Zhou Bing was cool and distant—or to be more precise, she was cool on the outside but passionate on the inside.
Shui Yun, on the other hand, exuded the air of a female CEO. Most of the time, she felt majestic and unapproachable.
But when her eyes fell on Tang Wen, they would occasionally reveal a hint of charm that made one's heart skip a beat.
Speaking of which, of these two great beauties, he hadn't even fully claimed his senior sister.
And as for Sister Bing, it went without saying.
She was still a virgin!
Tang Wen couldn't help but admire his own self-control.
"Hello! You can call me Shui Yun."
A slender, fair hand reached out.
"Zhou Bing."
The two beautiful, delicate hands clasped.
Tang Wen stared at their hands, then breathed a sigh of relief.
There was no sign they were competing for strength.
Seeing that the two women weren't at each other's throats, Tang Wen silently marveled at how civilized this world was.
