The expression on Song Rushuang's face stiffened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Can she say no?

Xi Yan swallowed with some difficulty, then said in a deep voice:

"Brother, I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should tell it or not."

Xi Suiyu said slowly:

"Since you've come this far, you should understand better than anyone else. Do you want to tell me?"

Besides, do they need to be so formal with each other as siblings?

Xi Yan took a deep breath and then slowly said:

"This is definitely unfair to Sister Xiaoqi."

"Hmm? What do you mean? Am I not worthy of your Little Sister Seven?"

"...But Sister Xiaoqi doesn't like you, that's for sure."

Xi Suiyu paused for a moment before speaking in a deep voice:

"You still know how to hurt people, Xiao Yan."

Xi Sui Yu indeed showed a very sad expression.

Before Xi Yan could think of anything to say to comfort Xi Sui Yu, he suddenly changed his tone and said with a smile:

"But it doesn't matter if she doesn't like it now. She will like your brother."

Xi Sui Yu was quite complacent.

"No, big brother, why do you care so much about Sister Xiaoqi?"

"What do you think?"

"Could it be that she is also good at making men's clothing?"

“…”

Xi Yan noticed Xi Sui Yu's expression, then covered her mouth and coughed a few times in embarrassment.

"Isn't that just lust?"

Song Rushuang, who was sitting on a stone bench nearby, had a somewhat stiff expression.