She steadied her heart and carefully scrutinized his series of behaviors, indeed, it seemed not quite normal.
An unprecedented and peculiar emotion emerged in Lan Peizhi's heart.
"Sis, do you like him?"
Martial Saint casually asked.
After all, the word "like" carried little weight for kids his age.
"I've told you, just a business friend."
"Then do you like Yong Wen?"
Martial Saint followed up curiously.
The Tibetan Mastiff lay down at Lan Peizhi's feet.
"Are you itchy again?"
Lan Peizhi said,not too softly or harshly.
Martial Saint sheepishly smiled.
"Sis, I'm just asking, everybody says you and Yong Wen, since you were kids, seemed well-matched. And just like you, Yong Wen hasn't married yet."
This kind of talk could only come from a brother of the same mother.
Seeing that his sister didn't respond, Martial Saint's eyes darted around and he cleverly changed his angle.
