The Fourth Class Is Modern Chinese (Continued)

My sister said it in a coaxing tone and leaned toward me.

Honestly, it wasn't the kind of conversation that would be embarrassing if someone saw it. Judging from the text alone, it still hadn't gone beyond work-related contact. There shouldn't have been anything special for her to notice.

—But.

"That's exactly why I don't want you seeing it."

I pressed my phone to my chest and turned my back on my sister. I turned my face away from her too. Then she wrapped her arms around me from behind and rested her chin on my shoulder.

"Oh, possessiveness?"

She suddenly whispered into my ear, and my cheeks heated up. Just her breath, carrying the scent of alcohol, was enough to make me drunk. Thanks to that, I couldn't even deny it properly.

"There's nothing to see. Let go of me."

After she released me, I irritably pushed back my sister, who seemed about to bite my neck. But then she pressed her unfair weight against me again and tried to reach for my phone.

"Come on, come on, call him. Call him. Then I can listen too."

"Why are you assuming speakerphone? Absolutely not. Besides, if you want to talk to him, you can just message him yourself. Oh, right. That only works if you know his account."

"Ah, what a nasty way to put it~ Don't act so high and mighty—showing off that you're his girlfriend—?"

"I'm not showing off."

"Oh? So you admit the girlfriend part?"

The instant she said that, I was speechless. I'd been played. She had deliberately kept pestering me just to get that answer, hadn't she? No matter how I answered now, it would just be a question designed to force me toward that conclusion.

She wasn't waiting for my answer. She was