Chapter 297: Is it incest when a sister falls in love with her brother? 15
He looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes growing darker and colder little by little, staring at Ling En who was muttering something in his chilling ears, as if there was a murderous intention.
This is not his sister!
The reason why he didn't expose her and even took her home was because he wanted to see what this girl was trying to do by pretending to be his sister.
There is another reason. Her face is exactly the same as his mother's. It's like it was carved in Mozi. He should admire her cheeks.
However, in the past few days, this girl named Lingen seems to really treat this place as her home, working "hard" to mingle with everyone, "working hard" to please everyone, and especially "working hard" to mingle with Xinhan.[
She is also a seventeen-year-old girl. At this moment, he feels more and more chilled by nature, which is more pleasing to his eyes.
When Xinhan first moved in, she never tried to please everyone. In fact, it was others who tried to please her and deal with her, otherwise she would shut herself in the piano room all day long to hide from the world.
What does this girl want to do, and who is her target?
Could it be......feeling cold?
Shi Feiyan's eyes darkened, and a cold killing intent sprayed out from his breath.
But he chose to stand still at this moment, like a panther lurking on the grassland, observing the movements of its prey and waiting for her to attack.
Huh! No one in this world who can play with him, Shi Feiyan, has been born yet!
When it comes to being cunning and cunning, how can a seventeen-year-old girl be his opponent?
However, Shi Feiyan would not take it lightly. If this girl named Lingen really came for Xinhan, he could use this to follow the clues and find out Xinhan's life experience and the whereabouts of the little one.
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When Xinhan came out of the shower, he saw Shi Feiyan sitting on the balcony blowing the wind.
He held a glass of XO in his hand, took a sip, leaned on the soft chair and drank to himself.
He was only wearing a white bath towel, and his bronze skin swayed with a burning light under the refraction of the balcony light.
Xinhan picked up the bath towel on his body and walked over with his feet closed. His steps were very light, but he could easily detect them.
"Go faster!"
Shi Feiyan's voice was like a lazy panther, lazy and absolutely authoritative.
The heartbreaking little steps became a little bigger.
The wind passed by, and the curtains slowly rippled with the night breeze.