Su Qingyue noticed the second brother's gaze on her from time to time.
The way the second brother looked at her...
was too passionate.
This did not bode well.
She poked her head through the open window, "Qinghe, everyone in this family is so strange; only you seem normal."
Sitting on the bed and leaning against the wall, Xiao Qinghe knew that his wife was standing outside the window on his right.
He was so nervous that he didn't know how to face her.
Unexpectedly, his wife suddenly said that. He felt that everyone in the family was normal, and it was his wife who was a bit off. He moved his lips, not daring to say it out loud.
Su Qingyue didn't get a response, so she simply walked over to the door, pushed it open, and entered the room, "It's so dark in here, don't you light lamps? Are you used to this?"
"I'm used to it." His melodious voice resonated in the dark, "I always sit on the bed, and I can't get off the bed. It's the same whether the light is on or not."
