She Had Been Afraid Of Him Since She Was A Child.

Duan Jinyan liked her quite a lot. He would not watch his sister jump into the fire pit.

However, for some reason, Duan Huanhuan's expression froze. She lifted her eyes and stared at ye sang for a few seconds. She seemed to want to say something, but she hesitated.

Ye sang looked at her blankly.

Duan Huanhuan could not help but pinch her. The little girl's face was fair and tender, and her pink lips were slightly curved with a natural sweetness.

She felt that her brother's type should be like ye sang.

Clean and soft.

Duan Huanhuan moved closer to her ear and suddenly lowered her voice, as if she was talking nonsense when she was drunk. She smiled and said, "Actually, I feel that my brother should not be good enough for you..."

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