Qhianqhian awkwardly scratched her head; perhaps he really said it right...
After a moment of feeling slightly relieved, Luo Xihan shook off her hand and touched Qhianqhian's arm. The more she touched, the deeper her frown became. As she looked at the bracelet on Qhianqhian's hand, her frown tightened even more: "Qhianqhian, have you... plated yourself with a layer of iron?"
The hard skin was completely different from the soft skin, initially thought to be tan, but now it seems that's not the case!
"Plated with iron?" Luo Yanhai extended his hand in surprise: "Qhianqhian, come here."
Qhianqhian walked over to Luo Yanhai and sat down beside him with an innocent look on her face.
Luo Yanhai touched Qhianqhian's skin, his face full of astonishment. Although it wasn't as soft as before, it was obviously smoother, more refined, and more resilient by more than one level: "It's just the color doesn't look good."
Luo Yanhai frowned; how cute his fair and tender sister used to be?
