"You're talking nonsense. I clearly remember you used to follow me around calling me 'sister'." An Yue said, unconvinced.
Dang Yang remained silent.
He was young and naive back then.
If he had known he would fall in love with An Yue, he wouldn't have called her 'sister' even if it killed him.
The word 'sister' now seemed like a vast canyon between him and An Yue, impossible to cross.
But, if he couldn't cross it, he could fly.
If he couldn't cross it, could he not fly over it?
"Is it that calling you 'sister' gives you a sense of forbidden pleasure and excitement?" Dang Yang asked, looking at An Yue.
Forbidden pleasure and excitement...
An Yue's face turned red, and she glared at Dang Yang with annoyance. This bastard, what was he saying.
What forbidden pleasure and excitement?
So improper.
