"Hehe~"
After a few minutes, Wenxi settled back into her spot, smiling, while Yue gave a sheepish smile beside her, both of their faces slightly flushed.
Somehow, they'd actually managed to escape by — flying out of reach.
Poor Wang Xueying and Wang Mei hadn't been able to catch them.
But then reality set in—they were still broke. So, shamelessly, they came slinking back.
Now, Wang Xiao sat holding his fuming sisters around their waists, keeping them in place. He looked calm, but inside, he was enjoying the feel of holding their soft, willow-like waists.
Seven years ago, he'd never have imagined such a scene in his own house.
"It's so unfair…" Wang Xueying muttered, half-pouting. "They can fly!" She huffed, still catching her breath. "I mean, sure, if you're some god, it makes sense they wouldn't be ordinary, but how're we supposed to catch them?"
