Facing Yang Chuxia's blunt words, Shen Qiu felt suffocated on the inside, yet her expression remained composed, and her response skillfully dodged Yang Chuxia's probing.
"Your so-called brother acts all intimate, with his arms around your waist and shoulders," Yang Chuxia continued. "Even a real brother wouldn't behave like that, let alone one who isn't blood-related. Moreover, look at your lips—are you going to tell me you're just siblings with lips so red? Someone who knows even a little about the ways of the world could tell those have been kissed. With that said, I can't believe there isn't something more going on between you two."
In truth, Young Master Zhang didn't like her introduction either; inexplicably, he had become her 'brother', and if he had to be a brother, he preferred to be a 'sworn brother' at least.
