If you ask what Song Lingzhao fears most, it's naturally his younger twin brother being all serious and proper, it gives him the creeps.
He rubbed his hands together, awkwardly smiling: "Bro, look at you, you've scared me."
Song Lingjie said nothing, just calmly continued writing.
"If you're really so resistant, then forget it, don't go." Song Lingzhao touched his head, looking dispirited.
Song Lingjie glanced over and said, "You say you're not going, but your heart has already flown out. Plus, you want to sneak away, don't you."
Song Lingzhao's eyes flickered, avoiding his gaze, his voice a bit shaky, "Nonsense, am I that kind of person?"
"You're feeling guilty." Song Lingjie snorted, "We are twin brothers, do you think I can't figure out what you're thinking?"
Song Lingzhao muttered, "It's no surprise, I can't figure out what you're thinking."
Like little troublemakers say, a belly full of bad ideas, as twisted as a winding path, who can figure it out.
