She pressed her lips together, and for a moment, she felt that anywhere her gaze fell seemed inappropriate, because wherever she looked, she would always meet a pair of scrutinizing eyes.
After a moment, she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.
[Forget it, forget it, I'll pretend to be dead. Pretending to be dead doesn't feel awkward.]
[Let them look, let them take a good look, when they've had their fill, they'll stop looking.]
Yun Wanchen: "..."
He glanced around, and sure enough, he saw that everyone's eyes seemed to wish they could grow on his little sister; with so many eyes on her, no wonder she felt so pressured.
Just as he was about to speak, a cheerful voice sounded beside him.
"Oh, is this our little young miss? Her brows and eyes are very similar to the Young Master, truly adorable."
The speaker was Lu Wu; he stretched his neck, and his charming, peach blossom eyes fell on the little one with closed eyes, gazing with interest.
