"Sister! You go first and I'll take care of..." He looked at his sister's face, which was gloomy. He subconsciously had a bad premonition. Sure enough, he saw a patch of paintless black on his sister's skirt, which seemed to be burnt.
"Okay, there's no need for it now." Ling Xuan swallowed and silently walked away from the battlefield.
He knows his sister's temper very well. I remember when he accidentally broke one of her lipsticks but was chased for eight streets by her...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
