Long Xingkui held a smile, uncontrollably, a trace of subtle sarcasm revealed in her voice:
"Whatever I want to eat, Brother Xiliang will make for me. Does Brother Xiliang make food for anyone else?"
Helian You's gaze fell on Long Xingkui's face, her exaggerated fake lashes covered the clear and cold eyes, making Long Xingkui completely unaware of how Helian You was looking at her.
"Of course he makes food for others." Helian You said, "Like his girlfriend, like his future wife."
A hazy splendor glimmered on Long Xingkui's face, her tenderness exuding from her appearance seemed extraordinarily unreal.
"Brother Xiliang will never fall in love with any woman. The men of the Long Family must have no weaknesses, they will not give their affection to anyone."
"Then you, Miss Nine..."
Long Xingkui flashed a naive and harmless smile at her, "I am Brother Xiliang's sister, he retains the most primitive and the last emotion for me."
