The Betrothal Rival Forced a Kiss

Prologue

While I was bullying Eldest Senior Sister, I suddenly saw a line of rolling words above her head.

They said Eldest Senior Sister was the Daughter Of The Heavenly Dao.

And I was the vicious Little Junior Sister about to go offline.

I stared in shock at Eldest Senior Sister, the one I had just slapped.

Was it still in time to apologize?

But Eldest Senior Sister had even drawn her Natal Spirit Sword. Her eyes were ice-cold as she spoke, word by word. "Little Junior Sister, have you thought about how you will..."

I screamed, threw my arms around her waist at once, and kissed her thin lips, sealing that word "die."

Eldest Senior Sister's pupils tightened. She fumbled to push me away, but I, bursting with the will to live, clamped down hard on the back of her neck.

After several breaths, Eldest Senior Sister barely gathered spiritual energy and shoved me off with a palm.

Her chest rose and fell. Frost covered her face as she looked at me and raised the sword again. Those thin lips I had sucked until they swelled opened slowly, word by word.

"You really want to die."

Under that calm tone sat a thick killing aura she could not hold down.

I was truly about to cry, but I still shook my head, pretending to be calm, and looked at her with red rims around my eyes.

"Don't you get it yet! Eldest Senior Sister... I'm not fighting you for Eldest Senior Brother. I'm fighting him for you!"

Eldest Senior Sister looked stunned. Those pretty eyes went wide and round.