His face was sullen, though his voice still clung on to its innocent tone, "Is sister really not considering breaking up with that guy?"
Hannah asked, "Are you jealous?"
The youth paused, maintaining his firm grip, "Sister, can you be good and not be with anyone else?"
That was his favourite line to sooth her with.
It had always worked wonders in the past, but now when faced with Hannah, it all became empty talk.
Hannah blatantly ignored Louis's sudden adolescent jealousy, "You're not a child anymore, go find yourself a girlfriend if you want to love. There's no need to constantly fantasize about your own sister, right?"
"Not a real sister." Louis spoke lightly, his voice was so soft it seemed as if a gentle breeze could scatter it, and it was somewhat pleasing, "I don't want anyone else."
I only want you.
