All of a sudden, Mary Kinson was a little confused. In the previous letters, her brother had told her that he was not a handsome man. How could he praise her for no reason? She felt a little embarrassed.

"Oh, my brother is also good-looking," she replied politely.

All of a sudden, the boy in front of her stretched out his hand and brushed away the hair on her forehead. His eyes were gradually burning. "My sister is too important to me. I want her to be with me all the time."

Mary Kinson frowned and smiled awkwardly, "we can always be brother and sister. I also think it's good...