"Xiaoying, you'd better keep these words to yourself. You're not allowed to mention them to anyone."
Su Qing said to Ji Xiaoying in an unusually stern manner. Ji Xiaoying was so frightened that she nodded her head repeatedly. Although she did not understand why her sister was angry, she remembered what her foster father had said. It was the same as what her sister had said. She did not want anyone to know that her big brother had a peerless beauty.
Seeing that she had scared Xiaoying, her big eyes were like those of an elk being chased by a tiger. Su Qing softened her tone and teased her,
"Xiaoying is quite handsome in men's clothes!"
Seeing her sister smile again, Xiaoying's nervous heart finally relaxed. She smiled and turned in a circle." Am I handsome?"
"Good, let me help you comb your hair."
