When she remembered that he had seen her naked, her face turned red and she couldn't stand to look at Feng Jiu anymore. She could only feel her hot shame on her face.
When Duan Yingying saw her, she was overjoyed and went over to take her hand. She wrote the words younger sister on her hand but she was flung aside and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Feng Jiu supported her.
"Why are you holding me?"
Duan Linlin stared at her, displeased. She didn't regard her as her twin sister at all. In her eyes, this elder sister who was born a few minutes earlier than her was a disgrace, and she was a disgrace that looked exactly like her.
Duan Yingying, who had been flung aside, lowered her head sadly and stood by Feng Jiu's side quietly without stepping forward. Although she could neither hear nor speak, she was sensitive about others feelings. She knew that her younger sister disliked her.
