Xiaxia the Drunkard (2)

"Sorry about the stain on your clothes…" An Xiaxia apologized gingerly.

Sheng Yize was silent for a brief moment before he replied quietly.

He shouldn't have expected anything.

The lights went off. Her first reaction was that the house was haunted while his was to protect her.

Falling for a dummy turned out to be such a torturous experience.

An Xiaxia was going to say something else when Sheng Yize pushed her away suddenly. She swayed and almost fell down.

A bright flashlight illuminated them and An Yibei's voice rang out. There was concern in his usually nonchalant tone. "Xiaxia, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Seeing that his little sister was alright, An Yibei's furrowed brow smoothed out a little.

"Why did the power suddenly go off?" asked An Xiaxia.

"There seems to be a fire somewhere nearby. The whole street has lost power," explained An Yibei. "Dad said we're going up to the roof to have a barbecue."