Seeing Lu Xianyao raise her "salty pig hand" to pinch her own chest, Jiang Tan'er immediately blushed, unable to resist swatting away Lu Xianyao's hand and lightly scolding:

"Yaoyao... stop fooling around!"

"You have your own, if you want to touch, touch yours!"

"Oh, Tan'er sister... I've already played with mine enough... no matter how I feel, I still think Tan'er sister's are the cutest!"