Xiao Yao was held by her senior brother, her face buried in his chest. Yet her face was beet red, blazing hot.
She wished she could treat her senior brother's chest like a crevice in the rocks and stuff herself inside. Could there be anyone more embarrassed than her, ever? And not just embarrassed, she managed to embarrass herself twice in front of her senior brother.
Wuwu... She wanted to cry but had no tears.
Leng Changrui certainly didn't care about whether his junior sister was embarrassed or not. Right now, he was happily basking in the bliss of his junior sister throwing herself into his arms, unaware. This was, after all, the first time in two lifetimes that she had taken the initiative to hug him like this.
It took quite a while before Xiao Yao finally realized that she was in her senior brother's arms and that it was she who had thrown herself into his embrace.
Ah, Xiao Yao felt like she could die of embarrassment.
