Song Fengwan felt her scalp tingle from Qiao Xiyan's gaze. She gripped her chopsticks tightly and ate a piece of sweet and sour lotus root for more than a minute.
"Cousin, don't look at me like that. I just want to help Big Sister Tang vent her anger…" Song Fengwan muttered. Her voice was muffled and became lower and lower.
"I watched you grow up. I've always thought that you're a well-behaved, sensible, and upright child…" Qiao Xiyan fiddled with his lighter.
"Haven't I always been well-behaved?" she said. Qiao Xiyan's expression was too strange. It was as if he didn't know her.
"Your base is crooked…"
Song Fengwan's face slowly flushed red. She would feel embarrassed no matter what if her biological cousin said that she was bad inside.
"But it's not completely bad yet…" Qiao Xiyan lowered his head and ate.
"Hmm?"
"You know how to blush, and you still feel embarrassed and ashamed."
