"Xiu, stop joking." When my mouth, which had been opened wide in shock, finally managed to close, all I could muster was this uninspired response.
"Xiao Xin, I wouldn't joke about this. Avoiding it won't help, you have to face the problem—my brother spoke to me very seriously today about wanting to marry you." Lin Zexiu's face remained gentle, yet his gaze was firm and certain, "You should know, he has never been like this. He has never competed with me for anything. Whatever I liked, no matter how dear, he would give it up for me, including his fiancée. In a sense, I am a spoiled younger brother, and he is an elder brother who loves like a father, but this time, he made it clear he won't let me have you. Doesn't that say enough about how sincere he is?"
"So what are you here for? To get me to agree to him?" My mind was a mess, instinctively resisting, "My answer is no, in fact, I rejected him yesterday."
