"Pfft..."
The awkward silence was broken by Wen Yechen bursting out in laughter.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold it in." Wen Yechen's expression was still gentle, but his gaze toward Duan Zeming was tinged with ridicule, as if to say: 'After all that showing off, this is all you've got.'
Duan Zeming's face darkened. It was clear that if Su Yuhan weren't present, he'd want to murder a certain someone right now.
Su Yuhan keenly sensed the tension in the air. Not daring to hope for the best any longer, she snapped back to reality, grabbed Duan Zeming's hands, and interrupted his "spell-casting."
"Little brother..."
Duan Zeming froze for a moment, the corners of his lips turning up. "Big Sister, you finally..."
