"Shouldn't you call him uncle? Setting age aside, in terms of seniority, we're fellow disciples, senior sister and junior brother. And Luo Yuan... he should be of the same generation as your parents, right? So from your perspective, that's correct."
Correct my ass.
She had forcibly tied him to Luo Yuan like this, clearly just to disgust him. Did long-distance... nominally long-distance communication make certain people especially reckless?
Ronan fell silent for a second, then skipped over the subject and asked directly again, "How much do you know about what happened to Master Xiu back then?"
"Asking questions like that, Junior Brother—have you finally realized your Senior Sister's value?"
It seemed long-distance communication really did provide a sense of security. Mora had no intention of answering directly. Her words and laughter were both utterly unrestrained, and Ronan found them grating.
He frowned. "Drinking alcohol while seriously discussing matters with someone does no good, and it's impolite."
The Other Side paused for half a second. He vaguely heard a click of her tongue before she spoke. "As expected, you're still too young to understand drinking culture... Besides, peeping at a lady is what's truly impolite, especially when she's at home and dressed casually."
At the Present, Mora was at Xi Wei's home, and she was indeed dressed rather coolly. When she had laughed just now, the silk nightgown on her shoulder had slipped halfway down—though, to be fair, she was not much better dressed when she went out.
So she apparently did not care that Ronan might be "staring" directly at her from nearly a thousand kilometers away. She even raised her wineglass in a toast toward the empty air to one side.
"To Junior Brother's rare initiative in communicating... cheers."
Well, the direction of the toast was fine, but the