Miao Xuanxuan shook her head, looking down on Miao Qingqing and said, "Looking at that expression of yours, I despise you. You're way too biased towards your husband. Being your sister is really dangerous. Who knows, one day, I might end up like Xiao Yingying, becoming your brother-in-law's little lover."
"Xuanxuan... can you lift your chin a bit? It really hurts," Song Xiaodong finally couldn't help but grit his teeth and speak up. Xuanxuan's chin was pressing on his chest, and even if the force wasn't great, it was right on his ribs, and it was quite uncomfortable.
"Hey, with such well-developed chest muscles, what hurts? Stop pretending. My chin isn't even complaining about being pressed. Are you trying to change the subject?" Miao Xuanxuan not only did not lift her head, but she even deliberately ground her chin a couple of times.
Song Xiaodong's face darkened. What on earth was Miao Xuanxuan trying to do? She was given an out, and she still wouldn't take it.
