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It was almost eleven o'clock before Xiang Yi woke up. Sleepily, he walked out of his room, rubbing his eyes.
Outside the French windows and among the sea of flowers, Xiang Yi was trimming the withered flowers and excess branches of the plants wearing a light-colored straw hat.
She was a patient person, and even if it was repeating simple tasks, she wouldn't get impatient.
Xiang Yu felt a lump form in his throat. It really was his little sister...
Yesterday had not been a dream.
He instinctively picked up his phone and sent a message to the family group chat. Just as he was about to click send, he suddenly paused —
If his older brothers were to find out about his little sister's secret, the crazy sis-con demons would once again appear… then would he still be able to order his sister around?
No way.