Wu Yue stopped and turned around.
His eyes were indifferent, devoid of any emotion, so calm that Cheng Pingxi was somewhat startled; that gaze made him slightly apprehensive.
He realized that his suspicions might harm Yueyue.
Just as Cheng Pingxi was about to change his mind, he heard the girl opposite him speak calmly and slowly.
"If you say it is, then it is; if you say it isn't, then it isn't," she said indifferently, seemingly unconcerned about the blood relationship.
His hands, clasped behind his back, were slightly clenched.
What could have been easily dismissed with a joke, she responded with utmost seriousness. It wasn't exactly serious, though; more like a game of ball, she passed the buck back to Cheng Pingxi, as if testing him.
Cheng Pingxi quickly stepped forward, put his hand behind the girl, and gently took her wrist.
The taut string loosened, and a soft yet firm voice said, "I said I would make a lot of money for my sister to spend. You will always be my sister, my dear sister."
"besides……"
Wu Yue raised her eyes.
The light near the balcony was dim, and a silhouette fell on the swaying curtains, long eyelashes drooping: "Also, your pose just now was very cool."
The girl looked at him, her eyes filled with a gentle smile: "That sounds comforting."
Cheng Pingxi belatedly swallowed, looking at Wu Yue's smile. He realized that if he had doubted her again, she might have thrown him off the balcony—look at that creepy and terrifying smile.
[Witch God: Isn't she gentle? ?]
Don't blame the witch god, her ability to control her expressions is just so-so, haha.
I guess my brother was trying to set a trap for the witch god, but he didn't expect to be outmaneuvered.
[Your subject seconded the motion]
[If the Witch God doesn't want this older brother anymore, he'll probably cling to the Witch God's leg and beg for forgiveness, hahaha]
"I was wrong, sister. I shouldn't have asked that question."
"..."
"Sister, I know I was wrong."
"You did nothing wrong, I'm not angry."
Cheng Pingxi Automatic Translator: You are wrong, I am very angry.
He quickly added, "The payment for recording the variety show has arrived. Besides my share, there's also yours. Little sister, I don't need the money, so I'll transfer both to you."
Wu Yue slowly raised her head. "I'm not angry anymore."
Cheng Pingxi secretly gave a thumbs-up.
"Come on, keep going, your hair isn't dry yet."
Thus, Wu Yue once again enjoyed the hair-drying service provided by the top-tier shampoo boy.
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"How could a dignified spirit be sick? That's utterly absurd!" Bao Xinbao was so angry that he jumped up and down next to the sofa in the main hall of Yan Chiyu's house.
Wen Yao, standing opposite him, was also very troubled. "We've lost both our wife and our army."
Bao Xinbao suddenly realized something was wrong and paused: "Is that how you use that phrase?"
Wen Yao also paused, then waved his hand dismissively, saying, "...more or less."
Long Jingyuan, who was listening in, lowered his head and pondered deeply.
The lights in the hall were bright, but they seemed to never reach his eyes; they were as dark as an abyss, empty and gloomy.
"Gentlemen, please go and invite Miss Wuyue." Long Jingyuan hesitated for a few moments before saying, "Ayu has gone to such lengths for me, and I cannot let him down."
Bao Xinbao frowned: "Let down what? You mean the boss did it for you—"
"steamed stuffed bun."
A cool, clear voice slowly rang out, stopping Bao Xinbao from speaking recklessly.
The boy emerged from the bedroom, his clear, bright blue eyes falling silently, filled with a chilling gaze. His dark blue pupils resembled the dark sky sunk into a deep well.
Her long black hair cascaded down to her waist, and her noble and languid features now possessed a chillingly aggressive beauty: "I'm fine. I just coughed up a little blood; it's not fatal."
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