"Since you are your sister, be a good sister and don't dominate him and never let him go. He is not yours."
She was probably really mad at me. The smile and politeness we had when we met just now were completely thrown away. Now she looked like a defeated bitch, barking and barking without any image at all.
I threw her arm away hard, pushed the flowers in my hand to her chest, and freed my hand to massage the forearm that was numb from her grip.
"He is mine. Please help me deliver this flower to him."
After saying that, I turned around and left, ignoring her pale face. That's right, he was originally mine. If you don't believe me, ask him.