Ling Hua looked at Yan Qing, who had all the finest attributes of a young man, the one she had set her heart on, wanting to marry at first sight. Even if she could not ask for anything else in this lifetime, just having married him would be enough for her to feel content.
In the face of this person, this visage, what did it matter if their days were not always pleasant? After all, it was always him.
"What are you scheming now?" Yan Qing returned and yanked at her arm, "Hurry up, it's almost noon."
She had never heard of anyone taking half a day to return home so leisurely; was she trying to make Ling Yunshen and Ling Yunyang dislike him?
Ling Hua let him pull her a few steps before coming to her senses and hugging his arm, smiling as she looked up at him, "Brother, are you not mad at me anymore?"
Yan Qing glared, "In front of your brothers, you are not to call me 'brother'."
Otherwise, it would give people the impression that he was in desperate need of a sister.
