Lu Shiyan's voice wasn't harsh at all. In fact, it was quite gentle, yet it still scared Lu Xiaoxiao so badly that she nearly dropped to her knees.
The good news was that her sword hand was still reasonably steady. Otherwise, she would have slashed a cut across Ji Yunhuai's neck, which would have been a disaster.
"S-second brother?" Lu Xiaoxiao turned back with an awkward smile. Remembering the lecherous things she had just said, she sounded particularly unsure of herself. "You finished taking your costume photos? All the outfits? Th-that was fast, huh?"
Though she could still pretend to be calm out loud, there was no hiding the panicked, skipping-record racket of her inner voice: Holy shit, save me, save me, save me! What the hell was this stupid mouth of mine just babbling about? Aaaaaaah, I can't take this! Someone take my brother away! Queen Mother of the West, Jade Emperor, Supreme Lord Lao, Fairy Zixia, God, Jesus, can just one of you show up? Aaaaaaah...
Left speechless by the "aaaaaah" blaring in surround sound, Lu Shiyan said, "..."
Great. The little things that got under his skin just kept coming, one after another.
His sister actually wanted someone to take him away. What could that mean except that she wanted to keep enjoying her alone time with Ji Yunhuai?
He had lost utterly and completely.
Lu Shiyan had lost count of how many times his fists had clenched that day. He forcibly steadied his increasingly rapid breathing, and when he spoke again, he still managed to maintain his usual warm smile. "They're all done. Everyone was in great form today, and we worked efficiently. I came to tell you to go get your makeup removed."
"Oh... oh... we're taking it off already." Seeing that Lu Shiyan wasn't