"Repressed? Where? Isn't my brother just as expressive as a log?" He Dongxue was taken aback, her face full of disbelief. "Where does he come across as repressed?"
"He comes off as repressed in every way!" He Zhilan laughed outright. "Whenever I was with your brother, he always kept a straight face, unwilling to get close to me. At night when we slept together, I would tease him, and he'd have this look on his face like 'what can I do, but throw her out?', and even sometimes scold me. But once I fell asleep, your brother would stealthily kiss me!"
"Really?" Even if the topic at hand was about her sister-in-law and her brother, like any girl her age, He Dongxue was extremely curious about affairs of the heart. "You were asleep, how did you know my brother kissed you?"
