Bae Zhuhyun is very sensitive to the camera.

So she immediately looked somewhere, her eyes slightly cold.

Jiang Xiaoliang is very sensitive to Sister Pei.

So she immediately picked up the milk tea, raised the beef roll, and made a "knight drawing sword" gesture to see which hateful person dared to make her little niece angry.

"Um, can I put this photo in the store? Oh? Oh Dafa! Bae Joo Hyun xi?!"

The store manager took the photo and walked up to the two of them. His expression was very apologetic at first, but then he recognized his sister and his tone became more passionate and pleading.

Pei Zhuxuan looked at the photo, which only showed her looking out the window, revealing her delicate and beautiful profile, and the girl with a round head who lowered her head and ate fiercely, regardless of her image.

She took the photo and looked down at it, her eyes not leaving it for a long time.

After a while, my sister smiled and said softly to the store manager:

"Okay, but can you give me this one? I'll take another one for you."

"Nenene, Consamida! I am your fan..."

Pei Zhuxuan quickly stretched out her hand and shook her head, just in time to stop what the store manager wanted to say next.

After the store manager left happily, Jiang Xiaoliang was inexplicably held down by her sister again, and was forced to take an extremely beautiful "facade photo."

"What did he say? What's the powder? Fanchang?! He is your sister's powdery intestine? It's a bit disgusting."

"Pfft, it's okay, I'll eat yours."

"Oh."

I didn’t care about it or explore it.

Not knowing that he has become a "scenery" in the eyes of others, Jiang Xiaoliang only thinks about whether Sister Pei will be happy!

After all—oh, why didn’t you give me the suitcase?!

While stirring the milk cap, Jiang Xiaoliang secretly glanced at Pei Zhuxuan's legs wearing white shoes.

She's not a pervert, and of course she's not interested in her sister's legs...Eh~ Actually, it's not that she's not interested...Eh?!

Moya, what on earth are you thinking?!

Jiang Xiaoliang quickly took a sip of cold milk tea, needing to calm down.

"Huh?" Then she frowned, looked down at the milk tea in her hand, savored the taste of the tea in her mouth, and looked a little disgusted.

He raised his head and looked at Sister Pei who was still looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Sister, what do you taste like?"

"Yeah."

Pei Zhuxuan was still looking out the window at the pedestrians passing by in a hurry. After listening to the girl's words, she responded casually.

"Huh?"

Then the sister who held her chin raised her eyebrows, turned her head slightly, and looked at Jiang Xiaoliang with meaningful eyes.

At first glance, Jiang Xiaoliang's words seemed to be nothing wrong, but when I thought about it carefully, I felt that they were inexplicably strange.

Do all children today talk like this?

"What do you think sister tastes like? Do you want to try it?"

Bae Zhuxian's tone is serious, with a bit of mischief, it is a slowly permeating, atmospheric, hard-to-express feeling - a taboo ambiguity.

Jiang Xiaoliang can sensitively detect the changes in her sister's eyes.

She always remembers Pei's mother's teachings. Pei Xiaoxian is a "traditional" woman at heart.

The more abnormal it is, the more dangerous it is.

"Aniani!"

Jiang Xiaoliang shook her head decisively. She was such a polite person and said word for word:

"Miane, blame me, blame me, I just finished eating something sweet, and I accidentally turned my mouth too sharp ~ Sister Nim, I just want to ask, what does your cup of milk tea taste like?"

Pei Zhuxuan glared at Jiang Xiaoliang, then lowered his head to look at the milk tea cup in his hand doubtfully, and then handed it to Jiang Xiaoliang.

"I don't know, it should be strawberry, you try it."

"Me?!"

The young lady’s sudden words made Jiang Xiaoliang feel flattered and at the same time a little confused.

Why do people from the Southern Peninsula not care about what the other person has drunk?

"Don't like it? Or - dislike it?"

Bae Zhuhyun looked at the girl in front of her.

Some babies have tangles and hesitations on their fat faces, and they can even see blushing.

The young lady found it very interesting for a moment.

For a moment, I felt that the girl’s blush was more beautiful than the scenery outside.

After struggling, Jiang Xiaoliang stood up slightly, stretched out his head and took a sip of Sister Pei's milk tea.

First there was a lovely touch...

Then her expression became serious and sincere, showing her persistence in drinking.

"Did Wuli take it by mistake?" Jiang Xiaoliang picked up her sister's cup and looked at the label on the side of the cup with a somewhat disgusted and slightly depressed tone:

"Isn't it written here? It's written - mango! Sister, how can you taste the taste of strawberry?"

"Oh, I was wrong?"

"Hey Yigu~ It's not that bad! This cup of milk tea is too much. I can just order one cup from now on."

Pei Zhuxuan looked at Jiang Xiaoliang without saying anything.

Until Xiao Liangjiang couldn't stand it anymore, she asked in a low voice:

"What happened again?"

If Jiang Huiyuan and Han Chuyuan were here, they would definitely be too scared to recognize Jiang Xiaoliang in front of them.

Brother Jiang Ritian Xiaoliang, who was not afraid of anything, turned into such an obedient "little Liangmei" who couldn't speak loudly and even left his vocal cords in the dormitory. It's incredible.

Bae Joo Hyun is still stingy with her beautiful smile.

She said lightly:

"Oh, Mom said you were lost. Do you have such a bad sense of direction?"

"...Ani, didn't Mama Pei mean you too..."

"Huh?"

"Sister Wuli has a great sense of direction!!"

"Oh my god, this is not something worth bragging about at all."

"Yes yes yes~"

I am very distressed by my mother's behavior of "slandering" me, and Jiang Xiaoliang's perfunctory tone.

Pei Zhuxuan pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, her eyes a little unconvinced.

She really feels that she has a good sense of direction.

The domineering and aloof Sister Pei is so cute with her occasional feminine gestures.

"Ah?"

But Jiang Xiaoliang's pupils dilated instantly, and his eyes were so shocked.

This young lady really thinks she has a good sense of direction?!

Seemingly aware of Jiang Xiaoliang's eyes, Pei Zhuxuan, who felt a little guilty, chose to change the topic.

"Are you still a personal trainee?"

"Inside."

"Yeah."

Sister Pei nodded.

When Jiang Xiaoliang saw that she was silent again, he felt tired and could only use classic rhetorical questions:

"Sister, what are you doing now? Are you... a teacher?"

Pei Zhuxuan raised her head, curious.

This is the first time I heard someone think that he is a teacher.

"Why do you say that?"

"Yebo, generous, intellectual, aloof, gentle..."
To be continued...