At this moment, in Zhang Ziwen's eyes, An Yun had become the embodiment of Sister Xiu, for she had the same beautiful eyes that seemed to speak, even the shyness in her eyes was cut from the same mold as Sister Xiu's. How had he never noticed this similarity before? Zhang Ziwen felt a bit sentimental. When it comes to women, he really was slow on the uptake. Perhaps it was their personalities. The sisters were polar opposites; the elder was gentle as water, while the younger one was stubborn and wilful. No wonder he never associated the two sisters...
"Big jerk! If you don't let go, I'll bite you." An Yun's pretty face was flushed with anger, her cute white teeth slightly revealed, she really felt like biting him.
