Wei Qian: "No, I use cold water."

Sanpang: "You are sick when taking a cold shower in the cold winter lunar month?"

Wei Qian carried his clothes and pushed him away, and the speed of light left the walking corpse state before, and returned to his usual domineering and bastard: "I am happy, what are you calling like an old hen? Want to lay eggs?"

Sanpang: "...Yes, how about it?"

Wei Qian glanced at him: "Hold on, let's go again tomorrow."

Sanpang: "…"

The third brother found that with his simple heart and the smooth cerebral cortex really could not keep up with the ideological realm of Master Wei.

In fact, Wei Qian’s thoughts were not very complicated. He was just afraid that the smell of smoke on his body would smother his sister.

And... he just couldn't believe it for a moment, he was a little crazy.

Xiaobao is his real sister. In this world, the only thing left is the bloodline she has connected to him. He has raised her since she was not as long as he was an arm, and has been raised to such a big age.

He couldn't even explain how deep the relationship he had. Sometimes she was not like his sister, but more like his daughter.

Xiaobao was almost the sustenance of his entire childhood and youth, and even if Wei Qian sacrificed his life, he would not be able to bear this.

...Even if Song Xiaobao is a stinky girl who is stingy.

Wei Qian was so excited by the cold water that he thought to himself: How cheap am I?

Xiaobao called Wei Zhiyuan in a vain and said, "Second Brother."

Wei Zhiyuan was annoyed when he saw her and didn't want to pay attention to her. On the one hand, he felt sorry for her elder brother, on the other hand...

He watched the interaction between the elder brother and Xiaobao coldly. The elder brother was so obscure and restrained that Xiaobao would have misunderstood. Sanpang didn't understand, but he was the only one who understood it somehow and became more and more unhappy.
Chapter completed!