Wang Ying quickly shook her head in a panic, trying to clear it. Hadn't she always liked Yang Cheng?
Wang Ying was a sensible person. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to endure all these years of being friends with Yang Cheng. She knew she had to make some things clear to Wang Yue, so she said very seriously, "Bro, put me down. I need to talk to you."
Since Wang Yue had already guessed what she wanted to say, he didn't answer. He set Wang Ying down on the sofa, then went to a nearby drawer and took out a bottle of spray.
He sprayed Wang Ying's lower leg a few times, then said helplessly, "If you're so disgusted with your brother, then rub it yourself."
Wang Ying didn't put up a fight. She rubbed the swollen, reddened spot herself, still insisting, "Bro, we have to talk this through."
Wang Yue was a little speechless. Irritated, he said, "What do you want to talk about? Is it that I like you?"
Wang Ying froze, then said in disbelief, "Are you a pervert? You really do like me!"
Wang Yue was utterly speechless. He had to take the blame for the person whose life he'd taken over, so he retorted irritably, "We're not biological siblings. Why can't I like you?"
Wang Ying was rendered speechless by Wang Yue's comeback. She stammered for a while, but couldn't find a suitable reason.
At a loss, she could only put on a show of defiance and say, "Mom and Dad won't agree!"
Wang Yue nearly laughed in exasperation. He hadn't expected her to have thought so much about it, and said helplessly, "Of course I know they wouldn't agree, so I never brought it up.
"You're the one who insisted on dragging it