Xia Feng wasn't sure of the specific methods Ke Yanqing employed, but it was certainly related to hypnosis.
Under normal circumstances, as long as Xia Feng's spiritual power wasn't too extraordinary, and in a highly relaxed environment, this kind of hypnosis could easily succeed.
But unfortunately, Xia Feng wasn't a normal person.
The barrier formed by Divine-level spiritual power swallowed the ethereal whispers, causing Ke Yanqing to be unsuccessful and suffer a backlash without her noticing.
Xia Feng pressed Ke Yanqing's wrist, his dark eyes serene, slowly leaning closer.
Ke Yanqing didn't resist at all, her empty eyes staring blankly, her red lips murmuring in response, "Because Sister suspects you're not my brother... you're fake..."
Goodness, she really found out.
Halfway through, Ke Yanqing's pupils suddenly contracted, looking in astonishment at the young man close to her, "You—"
