Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 67 Sister and Sister

The moment Fang Xiaoxiao asked the question, Ma Yu tactfully stepped aside, half-squatting and staring blankly at the pillar in front of him, as if he wanted to glean some philosophy of life from this golden cement pillar.

Faced with Fang Xiaoxiao's questioning, Yue Qihua also asked herself in her heart: Is this really okay?
She turned her head and glanced at the photo booth machine. Ai Liang and Yang Xingyue were still inside and showed no sign of coming out.

"Sister Hua, you clearly also have feelings for Ai Liang..."

Fang Xiaoxiao hesitated, recalling the expression on Yue Qihua's face when Ai Liang suddenly hugged the two of them during the photo shoot. That look of longing mixed with a hint of resistance made her feel a little sorry for her.

Normally, Yue Qihua takes care of everyone in this small group of five, and Fang Xiaoxiao can't bear to see her deliberately giving way even to her in this kind of situation.

It's not that Fang Xiaoxiao dislikes Yang Xingyue, but Yue Qihua has gone to such lengths that no one could stand by and watch.

Fang Xiaoxiao felt a little annoyed, but Xingyue was an innocent fool who couldn't perceive other people's feelings at all.

Fang Xiaoxiao was not encouraging Yue Qihua and Yang Xingyue to compete for Ai Liang.

She knew very well that Yue Qihua wouldn't do such a thing.

But even if it means giving up your sweetheart to someone else, it would be better to have properly expressed your feelings beforehand.

At least it will make me feel a little better.

If it weren't for the concern that it would negatively impact the relationship between the three of them, Fang Xiaoxiao would have wanted to tell Yang Xingyue or Ai Liang herself.

Having understood Fang Xiaoxiao's meaning, Yue Qihua gently shook her head.

She recalled what her grandfather had told her when she was a child.

The two sisters had their first argument over a doll.

Grandpa called her into his study and said earnestly, "Qihua, although you two aren't blood sisters, you're closer than blood sisters. Even though you were only born a few hours before Xingyue, you're still the older sister. You should be more considerate of her, okay?"

Yue Qihua kept those words in mind, and she and Yang Xingyue never argued again after that.

Yue Qihua rubbed the photo with both hands, then suddenly looked up and said with a smile, "Who told me to be the older sister? An older sister has to take care of her younger sister."

"Sister Hua, you..."

Fang Xiaoxiao wanted to say something more, but Yue Qihua spoke first: "Don't worry, even if my grades and strength can't compare to Ai Liang's, I will surpass him in some aspect sooner or later!"

Yue Qihua chose to play dumb and deliberately avoided the topic from earlier.

On one side is the person you like, and on the other is your beloved younger sister. It's a very difficult choice.

After a brief pep talk, Yue Qihua resumed her bossy demeanor.

……

Inside the machine.

Yang Xingyue blushed and grabbed Ai Liang.

"What do you want to do?" Ai Liang asked warily.

"I think... no! I have something I want to give you..."

Yang Xingyue said haltingly.

Inside the cramped and stuffy machine, glistening beads of sweat appeared on Yang Xingyue's forehead. Coupled with her shy and alluring expression and dreamy eyes, she seemed to make one want to hold her tightly and greedily savor her sweet cherry lips.

Ai Liang forcibly suppressed the thought of 404 and focused some of her attention on the outside world. If Yang Xingyue wanted to confess, she would use her telekinesis to create a big commotion outside to interrupt her.

Yang Xingyue slowly pulled a flat little box out of her hot pants pocket.

"Ai Liang, for the past three years you have been tutoring me wholeheartedly, helping me with my homework at school, accompanying me to the library on weekends, helping me create exam questions, and helping me grade my papers..."

Yang Xingyue slowly recounted the details of their relationship.

Ai Liang found it increasingly troublesome; at this point, the possibility of a flashback confession was much greater.

However, Ai Liang does not currently regard Yang Xingyue as a romantic partner.

The fact that Yang Xingguo is her father makes it hard for Ai Liang to accept this relationship, but after all, she is one of her few friends. If she rejects her, what will become of their relationship in the future?

Am I going to lose even this small group of friends?
Ai Liang attached her telekinetic powers to the chandelier outside, so that if Yang Xingyue wanted to confess her feelings, she could immediately pull the chandelier down.

"...So please accept this gift!"

Yang Xingyue closed her eyes, held the box in both hands, and handed it to Ai Liang.

Ai Liang almost couldn't stop.

...I was all ready to tear down the outside chandelier, and then you tell me this?
Ai Liang stared at the small gift box speechlessly. If he had to use an idiom to describe his feelings, it would be something indescribable.

Despite her complicated feelings, Ai Liang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out and took the gift: "May I open it now?"

"Please, please go ahead..."

Yang Xingyue answered in a soft voice.

Ai Liang tore open the packaging and gently poured it out; a silver military tag necklace landed in his palm.

However, instead of letters or Chinese characters, the nameplate features a daisy.

Printed on military license plates... Is this an attempt to blend toughness and tenderness? What genius designer came up with this idea?

A sneeze!

Fang Xiaoxiao, who was outside, suddenly sneezed.

Ai Liang looked at the eclectic necklace with a complicated expression.

"Don't you like it...?"

Yang Xingyue looked at Ai Liang nervously, her expression saying she would cry if Ai Liang uttered even half a word of dissent.

"I... I quite like it."

Yang Xingyue immediately beamed with joy: "Do you want me to put it on for you?"

Ai Liang thought for a moment, realizing that if he got thrown off the drop tower later, it would be a hassle to find him, so he nodded.

Just as Yang Xingyue was about to go around behind her, Ai Liang raised both hands, and the necklace was fixed to her neck.

"what?"

Ai Liang looked at Yang Xingyue, who had raised her hands, and asked.

"fine……"

Yang Xingyue was somewhat disappointed that she couldn't personally put the necklace on Ai Liang.

However, upon seeing the nameplate around Ai Liang's neck, Yang Xingyue's slight annoyance vanished instantly, replaced by a delightful feeling. She even covered her mouth and giggled softly.

thump.

Ai Liang slapped her on the forehead with a chop: "Don't make any strange noises."

"No... I was just laughing..."

Yang Xingyue gently rubbed her forehead, complaining, but her face remained smiling.

As soon as I opened the door, a wave of cold air hit me from inside the arcade.

Passersby stared at the handsome man and beautiful woman who had just emerged from the photo booth with strange expressions.

Yang Xingyue was somewhat puzzled.

Why do they all look at each other strangely?

It wasn't until she looked at the glass that she realized her face was as red as a boiled lobster.

A man and a woman were alone in the cramped machine. The woman's face was flushed and covered in sweat. It was hard not to have impure thoughts about their appearance.

Not to mention passersby, even Fang Xiaoxiao and her friends were looking at them strangely.

Fang Xiaoxiao and Yue Qihua pulled Yang Xingyue away from Ai Liang and whispered among themselves.

"What were you doing in there? Why did it take you so long to come out?"

"Xingyue, your face is burning hot... Did you deliver the things?"

"It's been sent out..."

The three girls walked ahead, whispering amongst themselves, while Ma Yu, following behind, was not to be outdone.

He put his arm around Ai Liang's shoulder and winked at her, "Little Ai, what have you been doing in there all this time?"

"It's nothing, just a small gift as a thank you for the tutoring."

Although Ai Liang tucked the necklace into her clothes, it was still quite noticeable that she was wearing a silver necklace in the summer.

"This necklace?" Ma Yu gently poked Ai Liang's neck. "Besides giving a gift, didn't you say anything else?"

Ai Liang glanced back at the chandelier: "No."

(End of this chapter)