Protect His Sister

Yi Juncheng was still reaching his hand out to her like a child who wanted candy.

Such a handsome face, coupled with such a persistent expression—who could stand it?

"Invitation." Seeing her look of puzzlement, he could only provide the answer.

Sheng Yang looked at him helplessly. "I think you can come without an invitation."

So why did you even need invitations?

"That's different." Yi Juncheng looked serious.

Sheng Yang cupped her chin. Sometimes, she really felt that the person she rescued from the fire was cold, bloodthirsty, cruel, and ruthless, but the guy in front of her looked like a completely different person.

"I have no invitations left." Sheng Yang thought for a while. "If you want an invitation so much, let me make a copy for you."

Anyway, when the time came, her brothers would greet guests at the door and they should recognize her handwriting.

Yi Juncheng nodded. "OK."