"Thanks to you, thanks to you," Le Yuxin said, clasping his fists, "Just thinking about having a little sister at home who needs me to kill and commit arson just to keep her fed—me, as the big brother, I shot upright from my deathbed in shock. How could I possibly die that easily?"
Ever since Qian Yuya found out her brother was a notorious villain, she'd totally dropped her tranquil, emotionless literary-girl persona and did everything she could to get under Le Yuxin's skin. But she barely spent an hour a day with him, most of which was at mealtime, so even if she wanted to nitpick, she had no idea where to start; all she could do was pick on things like "not picking up your bowl to eat," "shaking your leg all the time," "bad sitting posture," just to insult Le Yuxin.
