Leng Xiaomo's eyes flickered slightly. She felt a little nervous for some reason, and she also had mixed feelings.
The more her brother acted like this, the more she knew that he had no romantic feelings for her at all. Not at all.
Because he was so upright and proper.
He had treated her as his own sister since she was a child, but in fact, Yingluo was his sister.
Apart from not being related by blood, they were almost the same.
Leng Xiaomo shifted in and saw her brother lying down beside him.
With one hand behind his head, he lay down casually and closed his eyes, his expression natural.
Leng Xiaomo pursed her lips and turned to look at him. She pulled the blanket over him, wanting to cover him a little.
However, before she could do that, Leng yunchen suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed her wrist.
