"You really do have quite the temper, don’t you?"
He brushed off the dust from his body and then glanced at Dong Huiying with a soft and charming look, full of reproach.
"Sansan was just concerned that you felt overheated, and thought to help you by wiping your body down, to cool you off... But look what happened? You went and sent someone flying without a word, my heart is truly about to shatter from the pain."
Dong Huiying blinked her watery eyes, her mouth awkwardly twisting into a smile. But upon hearing the man refer to himself as "Sansan," she immediately realized his identity.
Could it be the Third Brother from the Liang family who was often in town?
"I’m sorry, I got a bit scared just now," she pinched her tiny fingers together, looking restrained and uneasy. Anyone who wakes up to find a strange man lying on top of them would surely be frightened, right?
Shujun glanced at him with a flirtatious expression, thinking to herself how unusual he was behaving. Usually, even if they beat him half to death, he would always remain confident and self-assured, but today, he actually looked guilty as if he’d done something wrong and was even apologizing to her?
Heh, how interesting.
Just then... "Lao San?"
Liang Yuening burst in abruptly, "I thought I heard some noise just now? What’s the matter, is it...?" He was about to ask if that stinking woman Dong Dabao was causing trouble again, but then he caught sight of the girl’s clear, piercing eyes and unconsciously fell silent.
Previously, Yixuan, their sixth brother, had come chasing after the girl for choking her, and Yuening had followed along with Yixuan.
Shujun flirtatiously flipped his long hair, his teasing eyes alighting upon Yuening with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Xiao Ningning, how can you be so disrespectful of seniority, calling your elder brother so directly by name?"
Yuening, feeling guilty, awkwardly scratched his nose. But this ’Xiao Ningning’? Why did it sound so irritating to his ears?
Shujun moved lightly, his demeanor conspicuous and obscene, oozing charm; his every gesture and posture screamed seduction, making people’s hearts tremble with excitement.
"Come here," he said flirtatiously, teasingly lifting Yuening’s chin as if he were a playboy teasing someone.
"Xiao Ningning, you should call me Third Brother, got it?"
He leaned in close, bumping his handsome forehead against Yuening’s, his voice sultry like a little hook, irresistibly tickling someone’s heart.
The two brothers together were the epitome of enticing decadence.
One was languidly charming, the other robust and rugged.
Dong Huiying’s eyes shined brightly as she intently watched the two brothers, her own heart pounding furiously, feeling so exhilarated she could hardly contain herself.
Decay, decay, all so decadent!
The two brothers together, Shujun like a devilishly charming seme, Yuening like a rough and tough uke, she almost spewed a nosebleed.
The fujoshi spirit within her blazed fiercely, like oil boiling over the frypan, bubbling and nearly exploding into sparks.
However, as one of the parties involved, Yuening, when his Third Brother drew near, shuddered violently.
"Th-th-third Brother?" The kid was terrified by his Third Brother and didn’t dare to retort, afraid his Third Brother would continue to tease him without restraint.
Hurriedly pushing away his Third Brother, Yuening said with an embarrassed face, "I just heard a noise, are you alright?"
Even though he internally despised his Third Brother, he was genuinely worried because of that ugly thing’s bad temper.
Shujun’s form flickered as if he had become boneless, leaning on Yuening. He drew close to Yuening’s cheek, his hot breath spraying down his neck.
"What, Xiao Ningning, could it be that you’re worried about your brother?"