Restraint.
So tactful,
yet so concise～
Actually, given our relationship, there's no need to avoid certain things deliberately. Like putting on a coat, what does it count for? It's not like I'm taking off someone else's clothes. But the usually carefree guy who dares to pat the butt of a certain Bodhisattva Guanyin becomes exceptionally "reserved" when facing Qing Mei, as if fearing to be misunderstood.
Hmm.
It's like the feeling of "no silver here, but there are three hundred taels."
"Speak if you've got something to say."
Someone exerting the authority of an elder brother, why bother to weave lies for his younger brother?
No need to explain at all.
"Bro, tell me, I promise not to spill anything…"
Hong Xiaoyu was persistent, feeling as if ants were crawling in his heart. Sister Fang Qing and cousin, he'd been watching them from behind for so many years, and now finally seeing something unusual, how could he not be excited and curious?
