Then he gently pulled him into his embrace, his voice floating by his ear with a seductive undertone, "Tell me, in Zi Ruoxi's heart, would she choose the sky, or the sun?"
Hearing this, Qiao Muyun's heart was in turmoil. He knew what he should do at this moment. To completely dispel his brother's worries.
"This is not a multiple-choice question," Qiao Muyun calmly replied, then raised his face to look directly into Qiao Junlie's deep sea-blue eyes, and said calmly, "Zi Ruoxi has always loved you, brother, whether it was in the past, now, or in the future, I believe her love will not change. You are her sky, her sun."
At this moment.
"Really?" Qiao Junlie unexpectedly blurted out, somewhat lacking confidence.
