This man actually knew how to consider her feelings. Ying Xiaoxiao was somewhat surprised, and her thoughts stirred as well.
This man did not seem that difficult to get along with, after all?
"What are you standing there for? Sit."
"Did you plan to stand there and watch me the whole time?"
Lu Yunxiao glanced at her and spoke calmly.
"Oh, all right. Xiaoxiao understands."
Since Lu Yunxiao had said so, Ying Xiaoxiao could only hurriedly sit down.
She placed her legs together, folded her hands over them, and sat upright. Standing tall and graceful, she truly had the bearing of a refined young lady from a distinguished family.
Lu Yunxiao smiled. "You and your younger sister really are quite different."
"Huanhuan?"
Ying Xiaoxiao was taken aback.
"Yes. Your younger sister is lively, innocent, straightforward, and unconstrained by trifles."
"But you are much more mature than her—courteous, elegant, and of course, far more aloof."
Lu Yunxiao spoke with a light smile, enunciating every word.
In truth, Ying Xiaoxiao's beauty was not much inferior to Ying Huanhuan's.
Within the Dao Sect, Ying Xiaoxiao was also quite popular.
It could be said that she was deeply respected by the Disciples.
Yet within the Dao Sect, few Disciples harbored romantic feelings for Ying Xiaoxiao.
The reason was that Ying Xiaoxiao was stern, aloof, and somewhat imposing. Her status was high as well. Common Disciples respected and feared her, but found it difficult to admire her romantically.
Or rather, even if they did admire her, they likely lacked the courage to confess to her.
Ying Huanhuan was different. She was easygoing and unpretentious, youthful and playful, pure and kind. It was easy for her to mingle with the Disciples.
Within the Dao Sect, she was instead far more popular than Ying Xiaoxiao.
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