"Sister, it hurts."

Seeing her lowered eyes and pitiful appearance, Mo Yunlan hadn't even processed what was happening before she was already in front of her, turning her back to her.

She said angrily, "Now you know it hurts? Why didn't you know it when you crippled your spiritual power?"

Mo Yunzhao couldn't see, but he reached out, hugged her neck, and climbed onto her back. "Then, sister, carry me."

When I was little, my older sister was like that. If she couldn't carry me, she would run up to me and carry me on her back.

Mo Yunlan carried her on his back, and immediately felt like chopping off his own hand.

Why does she soften her heart whenever Ah Zhao acts cute?

This is Mo Yunzhao, who is trying to steal her fiancé and opposes her at every turn!

Never mind, this will be the only time.

Next time, even if Mo Yunzhao tries to act cute, it won't work!

Mo Yunzhao buried his head in Mo Yunlan's neck, his memory returning to the time when his elder sister died in his previous life.

They died such a tragic death.

Before she died, Mo Yunlan said only one thing: "Ah Zhao, can you call me 'elder sister' one more time? I've wanted to hear you call me 'elder sister' for over ten years."

But in her past life, before she could even utter a sound, her elder sister passed away.

"Sister." Mo Yunzhao hugged her neck and called out in a muffled voice.

From the age of five, she was instigated by her second uncle's family to stop calling Mo Yunlan "elder sister," and instead began to call her second cousin, Mo Bilian, as her own sister.

Mo Yunlan's eyes were bright and moist, but she replied irritably, "What?"

"Sister, sister..." Mo Yunzhao called out again and again.

To every "elder sister" that was called, Mo Yunlan would reply with extreme annoyance, "What are you doing?"

But her eyes grew brighter and brighter, her lips curved higher and higher, and her face, covered in dirt, looked tired, yet her smile was undeniable.

Finally, sensing something was off about Mo Yunzhao, she stopped, turned her head, and asked fiercely, "Mo Yunzhao, what exactly do you want?"

Mo Yunzhao narrowed his eyes, then kissed her on the cheek. "Because I like you, sister, and I want to call you sister."

Mo Yunlan felt her neck was a little wet and was suddenly kissed so intimately, which made her explode. "Mo Yunzhao, don't try to play the emotional card. Let me tell you, I will never let you marry Ling Yongqing, not even as a concubine!"

When Ah Zhao was little, if she wanted something or did something wrong, she would come over and kiss her, and then Ah Zhao would give in.

Whatever A-Zhao wanted, she gave her.

She forgave Ah Zhao for all her mistakes and took the blame for them all.

But after she turned five, A-Zhao stopped treating her that way.

"Sister, sister..." Mo Yunzhao called out and gave her a kiss.

Mo Yunlan couldn't handle this sweet bombardment any longer and said irritably, "Say whatever you want, but don't spit all over my face, it's disgusting."

Her face was dirty.

Under the cover of darkness, a spring breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill, but Mo Yunzhao felt warm, very warm.

"Sister, how did you find me?" Mo Yunzhao asked in confusion.

In her past life, she was found on a pleasure boat on Qinxin Lake. She had jumped into the lake and been rescued, which ruined her reputation. Even though she remained innocent until her death, she was still innocent.

Mo Yunlan carried her on her back, slightly out of breath, "I was looking for you when suddenly a hidden weapon came flying at me. I realized it was your hair ornament and followed the figure."

Mo Yunzhao raised her hand and touched her head; it was the pair of plum blossom hair ornaments that Ling Jingyu had taken away.

Thinking about what he said and did, she blushed with anger.

lecher!

Don't let her run into him again!