Roy Thompson looked at Lily Shaw, who appeared the same as usual, with a faint smile on his face. A hint of sadness flashed quickly in his eyes, but his gaze soon turned resolute.
He had already decided to give up his feelings for Lily Shaw, and he would not make any inappropriate moves anymore, so he spoke calmly, "Lily, you always understand me best."
"That's right, you're the little brother I raised single-handedly. If I don't even know your preferences, what right do I have to say I raised you?" Lily Shaw's mouth curled up with a hint of a smug smile, her bright, captivating eyes filled with pride.
Roy chuckled lightly, his exquisite eyes brimming with laughter. He took a few long strides to stand in front of Lily Shaw and reached out his hand, saying, "Sister, shall I take you inside? Without my fingerprint, you wouldn't be able to get in alone."
