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Xue Shiqiong held back the emotionally agitated Ji Xiang.
Then her delicate brows drew together slightly, and a hint of doubt rippled in her eyes. "Sixth Brother?"
Ji Tiantian covered her lips with a slender hand, her gaze trembling like a startled fawn, her jade-like fingers unconsciously twisting the edge of her clothes.
That expression fell into Chen Xiaojun's eyes like sudden rain over a spring pond, stirring up layer after layer of ripples—could this girl have deliberately hidden the matter of calling him Sixth Brother?
In that case, this was getting interesting.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaojun coughed softly and explained with a smile, "Uh, Master's Wife, a few of their close classmates have some dealings with us, so they all call me Sixth Brother to mark seniority."
He cupped his hands in salute, his blue robe and jade belt shifting slightly with the motion, every bit the image of a clear breeze under a bright moon.
Before he had finished speaking, the tips of Ji Tiantian's ears were already tinged the color of crabapple blossoms. Yet she still did not dare lift her eyes, only staring at the intertwined branch pattern embroidered in silver thread on her skirt as if she meant to bore a hole through it with her gaze.
The copper bell beneath the eaves was stirred, and within its clear chime hid the pounding heartbeat of a young girl.
Xue Shiqiong's dark hair lifted lightly in the wind, her gaze making a turn over Ji Tiantian, but in the end she did not probe further.
She set the Celadon Tea Cup down gently, her phoenix eyes slanting over. "I would never dare accept the two words 'master's wife.' After all, Xiaojun, you and my humble husband have no formal master-disciple