An Xin sat down opposite Tang Yuchen, a fleeting glance revealing secrets in her eyes, secrets known only to the two of them.
"Sis, you don't seem to look very well today, did you not get enough rest last night?" An Ruo asked her with concern.
"Hmm." An Xin picked up a piece of bacon bread, placed it in her mouth, and curtly murmured an indifferent response.
Her gaze occasionally drifted toward Tang Yuchen, yet he simply ate quietly without a sideways glance, seemingly so proper.
Such a pretense of propriety!
An Xin smiled shyly to herself, and beneath the table, she crossed her legs and slipped off her slippers. Her bare foot brushed Tang Yuchen's leg, teasing him covertly.
As for what An Ruo had said to her, she hadn't listened at all, just absentmindedly humored her.
Now that she had what she wanted, why bother pretending to be good sisters in front of her?
An Ruo thought her distracted appearance was due to a lack of rest, and advised her to take good care of her health.
