"Stop right there." Di Xiaxia promptly halted his words, because what he was saying sounded crazy no matter how you listened.
What did he mean by 'really impulsive, couldn't control himself'? Why did these words have such an obscene undertone?
Di Mingzhe tightly closed his thin lips, looked down, and gently caressed the bruise on her with his slender fingers.
His touch was gentle and light, like a soul-stirring feather that made Di Xiaxia shiver involuntarily.
Damn it, touch, touch, touch, you're just touching your own sister!
Uh!
Yeah, he was indeed touching his sister, cough.
"Alright, already." Di Xiaxia's face was slightly red as she pulled her hand back irritably, "I'm hungry, I want to eat."
"Okay." Di Mingzhe nodded, picked up the bowl, and began to feed her himself.
Di Xiaxia ate without hesitation or discomfort.
While she was eating, she looked at Di Mingzhe unhappily, her mouth smacking after each bite.
