"Sister Lan, don't be impulsive, I was just joking."
Su Sheng hastily backed down, as this was the sister he had recognized, all in good fun and without serious implications.
"Hmph!"
Lan Yuling sheathed her sword but kept the longsword in hand, recalling their last sparring match when her skirt hem exploded at a corner, heaven knows how daring this young man could be.
"Is there any food, I don't think I've had dinner yet."
When Su Sheng said this, it wasn't a joke—he really hadn't eaten, or rather he had, but was still hungry.
"There is, the fridge has food, brother, I'll cook for you."
Zeng Ni heard that Brother Su hadn't eaten and was also injured, her heart ached terribly for him.
"Nini, thank you."
Su Sheng spoke with a smile, sisters were indeed nice, always caring, but sisters could also be used to take the blame, which was good too.
