A single call of "little sister" hung in Ning Xixi's ears like a curse, never ceasing.
Little sister...
Little sister...
He actually... called her little sister!
Ning Xixi struggled to take a breath, her cherry-colored lips slightly parted, unable to utter a single word.
How could this be...
Her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, heavy and rough. It took a long time before Ning Xixi trembled and asked, "Gong Xiu... what do you mean..."
Gong Xiu was dressed in a black trench coat, looking tall and straight, his face as if crafted by a skilled craftsman, with glittering phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and angular features that were handsome and striking.
But upon closer inspection, one could see the intense pain that was hidden beneath his smile.
"Little sister, uncle called me, said you were here. Are you feeling unwell?" Gong Xiu smiled faintly, his charm deadly yet irresistible.
