The more Tang Xiancheng thought about it, the gloomier he became, making no effort to hide it.
Tang Xianqi gave his younger brother an amused look. "What's wrong? Jealous?"
At first, Tang Xiancheng widened his eyes with a look that said, "As if!"
But he quickly lost the battle as he met his older brother's gaze.
"Yeah."
Tang Xiancheng curled up in defeat. "I'm really jealous."
"The first time she met that guy, our little sister called him her big brother."
"But she called me Bowl Cut when we first met."
"It's so unfair."
He muttered miserably.
A moment later, he belatedly realized something.
"No, um..."
Tang Xiancheng hurried to explain. "I didn't say anything just now. Don't get the wrong idea..."
Clearly, it was already too late.
There were only two of them in the room. No matter how quietly he spoke, his brother could hear him.
"Bowl Cut?"
Tang Xianqi looked at his younger brother curiously. "You know Tangtang called you that?"
Tang Xiancheng opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but he had no way to explain it away. He could only accept his fate.
"Yeah, that's what Tangtang called me at first..."
Halfway through, he finally noticed something and jerked his head up.
"Wait, what did you mean by that?"
"You knew Tangtang called me that at first?"
The brothers met each other's eyes in silence.
Then Tang Xianqi smiled. "So I'm not the special one after all..."
Tang Xiancheng stared at him in shock, silently enduring his third major blow of the day.
"I thought I was the only one who could hear her."
So he wasn't the only one.
Ah... if my brother can hear Tangtang's thoughts too, doesn't that mean he knows my nickname?
I'm doomed!
Mortified, Tang Xiancheng covered his face and collapsed