Xia Wanyuan turned her head slightly and saw Jun Shiling looking at her with a burning gaze.
Originally, the word "brother" was nothing strange in Xia Wanyuan's understanding. It was like an older brother term, but when it came from Jun Shiling, it made her blush.
"Forget it if you don't want to eat. I'm not the one who's hungry anyway." Xia Wanyuan threw the bread into Jun Shiling's arms and leaned towards the window, pretending to be calm. However, her red earlobe exposed her unstable emotions.
"I'll eat, okay? Sister Wanyuan." Seeing Xia Wanyuan's embarrassment, Jun Shiling's smile widened. He tore open the packaging and ate slowly.
The words that were so normal in Wei Zimu's mouth were said by Jun Shiling at this moment with an inexplicable lingering feeling, making one's heart tingle.
"Don't call me Sister Wanyuan." Xia Wanyuan looked at Jun Shiling.
