Yue Ning was so annoyed he almost slapped Third Brother away, but he managed to hold back in time.
Huffing and puffing, he once again pushed Third Brother away as he stuck to him.
"Liang——Shujun——!!"
How did this person become such a pushover? Always listless, and seemingly loving nothing more than to lean on others.
With a look of deep sighs and short lament, Shujun said, "Really boring."
His slender and fair fingers, like tender shoots of green jade, gently poked Yue Ning's cheek.
"Always with such a stern face, you look just like a grumpy old man, what a pity for such good looks."
"Get lost——!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Yue Ning kicked towards Third Brother, but Third Brother, as if he had anticipated it, lithely dodged to the side, avoiding Yue Ning's flying kick.
"See? Same old, same old. You always get angry at the drop of a hat."
He looked genuinely regretful, as if it was incomprehensible to him.
