Ling Yunxiang fears facing hatred

Ling Qingyu and Ling Yunxiang remained quiet inside the vehicle. The two didn't speak despite how close their blood was. 

Ling Qingyu touched a few times on the console and a relaxing melody rang. After adjusting the volume to her desire, Ling Qingyu turned her head toward her cheap sister.

"Are you still going to cover yourself in front of your elder sister?" Ling Qingyu broke apart the piling weirdness.

"No, Sis." Ling Yunxiang coughed and took away the masks and sunglasses. Ling Qingyu's eyes beamed after seeing her sister's face very close.

She had seen pictures on the internet but none of them were comparable to her close encounter. As expected of a heroine, there wasn't any fault in her figure and face.

If there was a beauty ranking, Ling Yunxiang would definitely score high. Still, Ling Qingyu found her sister shouldn't score higher than hers.