“Brother!”
“Aah!” Xu Luanle was so startled that his hand slipped. A line of ailaine that started from the rim of his eye was dragged out, creating a line up to his forehead. “You almost shocked me to death, Pei-er!”
Xu Peipei narrowed her eyes, uncertain if she had a brother or a sister. “What are you so surprised about?”
“Ailaine requires concentration. A woman without patience like you would not understand.” Xu Peipei had already given up on using ailaine after too many unsuccessful attempts after stealing her brother’s ailaine.
Ironically, Xu Luanle’s ailaine practice finally produced a satisfactory result after he was applying it while worrying about his sister.
“But I’m the miss of a major family. There’s no need for patience when I will be married to Qin Wang anyway,” Xu Peipei said with a smile. “Does this dress look good on me, brother? I have to take your ‘sis’ friend to the palace. If I meet Qin Wang there, will I look good to him?”