Mo Weiyun concealed the fierce and sinister aura in his dark eyes and turned to look at Yu Qiuchi. Yu Qiuchi was a good person, so he should restrain himself from hurting him and play the role of a good older brother in Yu Qiuchi's world.
“No, let’s go together.” Mo Weiyun said, looking at Yu Qiuchi at the kitchen door.
"Okay, I'll serve it to you, brother!"
The lotus root soup was delicious, but Yu Qiuchi felt uneasy while eating it. In just half an hour, he secretly glanced at Mo Weiyun several times, but Mo Weiyun showed no sign of paying attention to him.
The soup was all gone, not a drop left! In an attempt to buy time, Yu Qiuchi wanted to lick the bowl clean, but his brother still didn't say a word. With no reason to stay, Yu Qiuchi reluctantly got up, picked up the fuse, and prepared to leave.
"Going out in just a shirt, are you afraid you won't get sick?" Mo Weiyun spoke the moment Yu Qiuchi opened the door.
Yu Qiuchi quickly pulled back the foot she had stepped out, closed the door, and turned back to give Mo Weiyun a fawning smile: "Brother, it was you who wouldn't let me wear it..."
"Come with me." Mo Weiyun put the bowl on the table, got up and walked towards the bedroom.
Yu Qiuchi obediently followed behind.
Mo Weiyun pulled a thin black trench coat out of his suitcase and handed it to Yu Qiuchi. He took the coat from Yu Qiuchi's hand, casually draped it over the back of the chair, and said nonchalantly, "It's too impolite to return clothes you've worn like this. Liao Liao, I taught you that."
"I'll wash it and return it," Yu Qiuchi said, putting on the trench coat and somewhat defiantly.
"Liao Liao, how many pieces of clothing have you washed since you were a child?" Mo Weiyun's tone was calm but brooked no argument: "Just leave them here, your brother will wash them and return them to you."
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