"Your courage seems to be growing; daring to speak to me with that tone." Qin Jun lifted her chin, light flickering in his eyes, expression seeming to smile but without a trace of actual amusement.
Chu Xi's neck felt as if it were being choked, unable to breathe under his gaze, face pale as she forcefully raised her head, "I am using a normal tone. Today is my birthday, my mother is downstairs!"
The last sentence sounded both like a threat and a reminder.
"Tut." Qin Jun clicked his tongue lightly, releasing her chin, stretching his long legs back, returning to his usual moody and despondent demeanor, habitually wiped the hand that had touched her with a tissue, then crumpled the used tissue and tossed it into the garbage can, "Do you really think you're my sister?"
"..." Chu Xi bit her lip tightly.
Qin Jun saw her laughable and greedy appearance, sneered, "You've worn the mask for so long you really can't take it off anymore."
