The day Mu Chuanlin returned from Myanmar, it was Xie Xinghui who went to pick him up.
Having not seen each other for more than half a month, Mu Chuanlin was very clingy, and Xie Xinghui even thought he seemed a bit childish.
"Huixi, make me something to eat. The food outside doesn't suit my taste. I miss your cooking."
Xie Xinghui had no choice but to go to the kitchen and make him a bowl of tomato egg noodles.
Making such noodles didn't require much skill, yet Mu Chuanlin praised her to the skies, making Xie Xinghui a bit embarrassed.
In the evening, when Xie Xinghui returned to her bedroom to sleep, Mu Chuanlin insisted on shamelessly following her to bed.
"No way, what if Yangyang sees us?"
Mu Chuanlin, however, was indifferent, "What's the big deal? I'm his brother-in-law; it's only natural to sleep with his sister!"
Xie Xinghui couldn't resist, and Mu Chuanlin climbed onto her bed.
Mu Chuanlin tilted his chin at her, "What are you staring at? Lie down."
