"That's not some mere brotherly affection in those eyes! That is the gaze of a man who wishes to devour! It is the classic 'overprotective warlord and his delicate scholar' trope playing out in real life!"
"The tragedy!" a third girl swooned, clutching her silk handkerchief to her chest. "Forbidden by blood, forbidden by society! They can only express their longing through 'accidental' touches on the street! I must commission a painting of this moment immediately!"
Ji'an stood frozen on the cobblestones.
The colour completely drained from her face, leaving her a sickly shade of grey.
'I'm going to vomit,' Ji'an's internal monologue flatlined.
'I'm going to violently throw up all the double-boiled chicken soup I have eaten for the past three days. This is it! This is how I die. Not by a demon, but by the cringe of an entire city shipping me with my own brother!'
She looked at Lin Feng.
The Vanguard Commander was a Grandmaster of martial arts.
