"No—"
"If not her looks, then what do you like about her? Her temper, I've never seen a girl with a worse temper."
"She does have a bit of a temper, but her heart is not what you think."
"You say she has a kind heart? She's known as the 'little demon,' can someone like that have a kind heart?"
For some reason, hearing people call her a little demon—clearly a derogatory term—Ye Sichen found it amusing. With his brother's analysis, he had to admit, he actually liked her quirky mind and sharp tongue like that of a witch.
Ye Siquan felt like he'd wasted a lot of breath, nagging at his brother, while the brother just grinned and chuckled to himself. It was like he didn't take his words seriously at all. He was nearly driven mad.
"Enough! I've noticed you read too many of Shakespeare's works, I should burn all those romance novels on your shelf."
"What romance novels do I have?"
