This strange feeling flashed through Lin Xueyi's heart and was gone.
She then pushed Yang Fei away with force.
"You brat, are you taking advantage of your sister again?"
Lin Xueyi's bright eyes, shimmering with light, made Yang Fei feel somewhat sheepish.
"Sister Xueyi, you are really too beautiful, hehe, I couldn't help myself for a moment."
Lin Xueyi knew this guy's temperament and put on a stern face.
"Being beautiful doesn't mean I'm for you to ogle. When you've made something of yourself, someone under one and above ten thousand, then you can come and marry your sister."
"Deal, it's a promise!"
Yang Fei reached out his hand, and his and Lin Xueyi's hands clasped tightly together, the two of them sharing a knowing smile.
An indescribable, mysterious affection silently grew between them.
The next day, early in the morning, Yang Fei got up.