At this moment, he sat quietly, like a exquisite ink landscape painting, with thick eyebrows, deep eyes, a straight nose and rosy lips.
His calm face, with sparkling deep eyes, drew people in, but they could only watch from a distance, not to be disrespectful.
In layman's terms, he was unapproachable yet irresistibly charming, making one's heart race uncontrollably.
Di Xiaxia was stunned. How did she form such complicated impressions of her brother?
Was it because the more composed and reserved he became, the more curious people became about him?
Feeling slightly annoyed with herself, Di Xiaxia was about to look away when, unexpectedly, Di Mingzhe glanced up at her nonchalantly.
Caught off guard, their eyes met unexpectedly.
Di Xiaxia awkwardly chuckled, but before she could say a word, he spoke in his calm, unemotional tone, "Come here."
Blushing slightly, Di Xiaxia pouted before bouncing over and positioning herself beside the couch.
