"How are you?" He asked his junior brother who was lying motionless next to him.
Qingyan's black hair was tied into a long ponytail, which was much longer than Boya's. His gray skin made him look more solemn and lifeless than a woman's. His slanted eyes and gray-purple lips made him look like an overindulged nobleman. His temperament was graceful but lacked vitality. His Wenwen weakness made Li Haoden, a senior brother, feel protective. He even doubted his own orientation, but he would swallow his saliva when he saw Boya.
"I'm fine. What was that just now?"
"I don't know either." Li Hao lay down again.
"Can't you care about me?" Boya said quietly, staring at the sky.
"Forgot."
"It's not like you have the power of Long Yang."