"Brother Sheng?"
Huangfu Jianxu raised his sword-like eyebrows; they were talking about his younger brother. What he was curious about, however, was why his ever-triumphant younger brother hadn't revealed his identity to this woman.
Step by step, Mi Yao walked forward, then she reached out her small hand and wrapped it around the man's waist. She rested her head against the position of his heart, listening to the "thump-thump" of his heartbeat. Tears flowed from her eyes like beads falling from a broken string as she choked up, "I'm sorry, Brother Sheng. Can I... just hold you like this for a moment? I just want to hold you for a little while…"
Huangfu Jianxu didn't move; his hands remained in his pockets. The woman's hair brushed against his jaw, and he inhaled the faint fragrance of a young girl, intoxicating.
His younger brother's woman smelled so good...
