"Hehehe… you're so cute little brother," said one of the twin sisters.
Jiang Fei turned toward the source of the voice. When he finally landed his eyes on the girls, he had a minor shock. They were so incomparably beautiful. They were living, breathing models carved from marble. Better yet, their similarities were uncanny that you could analyze it with a magnifier and still fail to find any differences between the two.
Luckily, their uncanny similarities were only limited to their appearance. One of them had a cheerful smile; a sunshine personality. While the other girl was cold. If winter could be anthropomorphized, she would be the human version of that. They way she looked at Jiang Fei was as if Jiang Fei owed her a million dollars.
"Little Qing! Don't be so rude!" said the quiet, solemn girl to the cheerful one.
