"What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about a guy." Jun Mo stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face. "Will you tell me his name?" His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears. "Why?" "So that I can kill him."
Qin Lily, still confused, asked, "Brother, what happened?"
Not understanding why her brother's mood had changed, Qin Lily looked at him with concern.
Qin Huan glanced at his dear sister, his emotions complicated. He wanted to scold her for being so easily deceived by a man, but then he thought about how when she was very young, their mother had passed away, and their third uncle and aunt were like that. Growing up in such an environment, surrounded by either rowdy women or a bunch of big men, there was no one to teach her what was acceptable and what wasn't.
As a result, Qin Lily had missed some of the basic knowledge that others her age should know (but she didn't).
The more Qin Huan thought about it, the more heartbroken he became. The scolding words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't bring himself to say them. Ultimately, it was because he and their father had failed to properly guide her.