"She's different," Luo Qinghe rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed as he pushed aside the branches blocking his path: "To be honest, I've never really pursued her, so it can't count as my failure."
"Fine, fine, let's say you're right," Luo Qiluo tried to hold back her laughter, solemnly saying, "On the second day of the New Year, our Li Family is hosting a banquet. Bring that girl over for me to see."
"I've said there isn't even a hint of anything happening yet," Luo Qinghe was close to wearing his opposition on his face.
But his opposition was somewhat different; it was more about being embarrassed, like a boy experiencing the dawn of feelings, blushing at a simple joke.
Luo Qiluo patted Luo Qinghe's shoulder, her laugh warm and harmless: "A man should not be so hesitant. Your brother is bringing his girlfriend home this year for me to see. If you don't bring that girl home, after the New Year, I'll make you go work at the company."
