Qiao Yue woke a day later. The glaring sun shone in her eyes, and she raised her hand to block it. In doing so, she noticed a man sleeping on a chair.
"Brother," Qiao Yue called out in a hoarse voice.
Qiao Jing's ears twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes, twin pools of darkness that zeroed in on Qiao Yue.
Qiao Yue shifted guiltily under his gaze. "Brother, what's wrong?"
"So you still know I'm your brother, do you?" Qiao Jing murmured emotionlessly, sending goosebumps along Qiao Yue's skin.
Qiao Yue swallowed, asking hesitantly, "Brother, are you angry?"
Qiao Jing laughed. It was a humourless sound betraying his fury, which was beyond creepy.
"To be young and full of vigour... Once again, the hero saves the beauty," Qiao Jing spat out coldly.
Qiao Yue choked on her words, her expression turning bitter, "It was an emergency! Brother, please don't be angry."
