"Little friend."
Lu Huaiyu's gaze shifted from the sugar jar to the side of her face. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"I told you not to fall in love at a such young age. So, it turns out that you've liked your brother since so long ago?"
She had admitted that she liked him too when she was 17 years old, but now he realized that it seemed to have happened earlier than he had expected.
Shen Li turned her head and stared at him with her peach blossom eyes.
Then, she walked forward and stood in front of him, looking up at him slightly.
Their eyes met.
She asked, "Couldn't I?"
Lu Huaiyu was stunned. He had never expected that she would give such an answer.
After a long silence, it felt as if something was colliding in his chest.
He gave her a deep look, and his eyes seemed to be quenched with fire. The corners of his lips slowly curled up, and the tone of his voice was low and lazy, with a hint of huskiness.
