"What do you desire most in life?" Xia Tian's sudden question pierced the air.
Xia Tian's smile seemed to echo inwardly as he redirected the conversation. "Let's rephrase the question: what do you hold closest to your heart, Little Chen?"
Xia Chen snapped out of his contemplative reverie, his wry smile emerging. "You already claimed one piece of it yesterday, Brother Tian. Aren't you satisfied yet?"
"Oh, did I now?" Xia Tian feigned innocence, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that made Xia Chen's face twitch in response.
Then, in a sudden burst of laughter, Xia Tian's voice filled the air. "Could it be your little sister!?"
Xia Chen's expression darkened as he struggled to find a retort.
Suppressing the urge to deliver a punch to Xia Tian's arrogant face, he took a deep breath and sighed heavily. In the depths of his thoughts, he pondered his own helplessness.