"What do you think, Xiaoxue is your sister with blood ties?" In my heart, I reminded myself that Song Yan rushed Song Xue into the room.

"Snow, what are you doing?" Song Yan tried not to look at her chest, and asked gently.

"It's okay, but I can't sleep. I want to talk to my brother." Song Xue smiled sweetly, but there was a hint of palpitation deep in his eyes. When he found out this, Song Yan knew instantly that Xiaoxue had not completely gone out of today's affairs.

Thinking of this, he took Song Xue in his arms with regret and gently said, "Xiaoxue, brother swear, you will...