"Younger brother?" Tao Meijiao looked at her suspiciously. "Xiao Yue, you're not possessed, are you? I remember you being only fifteen—sixteen has not even come."
"Ahem..." She momentarily forgot that she was spiritually twenty-five, which made it hard not to treat Xiao Qinghe, who was eight years her junior, as a younger brother. But her own body was only fifteen years old. She quickly corrected herself, "I misspoke, misspoke, I have always treated him like... an older brother. I have never had romantic feelings for my fourth brother. If you end up with fourth brother, I would be happy to see it happen."
"Really?" Tao Meijiao's eyes brightened.
"Mhm."
Meijiao pressed further, "You're absolutely sure you won't harbor any resentment?" If she felt any resentment, she would rather suppress her budding feelings for Xiao Qinghe.
