"Senior brother, you're really cunning!"
After being brought to the rooftop by Liang Yi, Su Youyi gently punched the young man's shoulder beside her.
"Cunning indeed, but feelings cannot be faked, right?" Liang Yi lay flat on the rooftop of the great hall, leisurely gazing at the large oddly-shaped white clouds in the azure sky.
Due to that stroke of the sword just now, the clouds in the sky also turned into bizarre shapes.
Su Youyi used her left hand to reorganize her hair blown by the breeze, recalling the words her senior brother just said, her pretty face couldn't help but blush, ripples stirring in her heart.
Talk of 'only meaning', how cheeky.
Yet, she didn't dislike these words; on the contrary, hearing them comforted her, knowing that her senior brother shared the same feelings.
Having her feelings reciprocated was really important to a girl, moreover, Liang Yi responded even beyond expectations, almost causing Su Youyi's mind to overheat.
