"Wild Brother!" Song Xiaoyue finally couldn't help but yell out.
Wild Brother paused for a moment, then looked at Song Xiaoyue: "Do you need something, miss?"
"I..."
"It's very cold here, you shouldn't be outside like this. Please go in quickly to avoid making everyone worry about you!" Wild Brother's expression was cold as ice.
Song Xiaoyue felt a wave of sour pain in her heart. Seeing that Wild Brother was about to go back inside, from somewhere unearthed courage, she suddenly grabbed Wild Brother's hand, unwilling to let him leave, and choked up asking, "Wild Brother, is your tenderness only for Nan Feng alone? Can't you see that I really like you?"
Next to the plum tree, Wild Brother pried Song Xiaoyue's hand open, his voice just as cold: "I noticed, but I'm sorry, my tenderness can only be for her, and no one else."
