"No, sister."
Han Kexin quickly shook her head, her eyes filled with bashfulness yet unable to hide the tender affection: "Brother is very kind to me, he really cares about my feelings... It's just, I can't help but... always want to..."
As she spoke, her voice grew softer, yet her brows and eyes unconsciously revealed a touch of charm and springtime warmth soaked in love.
Han Keqian looked at her sister in this state and was momentarily stunned.
The girl before her with spring in her eyes, even carrying a hint of reminiscence and longing when mentioning those things—was she really her pure, shy sister who would blush for half a day when confessed to by boys?
What did Wu Wei give her?
Some kind of magic potion?
"A young girl like you, how can you be so unreserved."
Han Keqian said powerlessly: "If you're like this... it might make him not cherish you!"
