If this had been North America, An Yu would have set up a sniper rifle that very night and made one more person disappear from the world.
"At a time like this, you should say: 'Elysia, I never gave you permission to talk to those so-called bad influences.'"
She imitated An Yu's somewhat forceful tone from earlier.
Then she quickly switched back to her own voice, sounding a little rebellious. "Then I'd say: 'They're not bad influences!'"
Next, she slipped back into An Yu's role, lowering her voice as if suppressing anger:
"At that point, you can angrily stop the car, pinch my chin, stare straight into my eyes, and tell me: 'Good girl, Elysia. You should listen.'"
Then little bro would use those long fingers with clearly defined knuckles to squeeze her neck hard—but not too hard, because choking wasn't comfortable.
Anyway, she wouldn't mind having more scenes like that, full of drama and tension! In fact, she was looking forward to them.
An Yu: ...
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He didn't answer. Had his big sister flipped some kind of strange switch lately?
Elysia didn't seem disappointed either. Her voice was soft and faint. "I'm so tired, Xiao Yu... And I feel like I've gotten fatter lately."
An Yu immediately picked up the thread. "You really are fatter than before."
His hands were the measuring stick. When he'd carried Elysia upstairs yesterday, he'd felt that she had gained at least two pounds.
Elysia puffed up her cheeks. "No, I haven't!"
Besides, she hadn't been fat before either. Girls being too skinny wasn't pretty at all. Thighs that squeezed out a little flesh were healthy beauty!
Volume One: Chapter 79 — You'd Better Not Get Into Trouble in Your Dreams
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