Huo Junting was completely petrified by the question. He felt a layer of frost forming on him, yet was very delighted inside, thinking that if she asked like this, maybe he could also ask her—
How far have you and Ye Zheng gone?
Thinking of this, he felt his sneaky little thoughts were too petty.
"There's nothing between me and her," Huo Junting answered crisply, without hesitation, "The matter between her and me... does it make you uncomfortable? Even though you aren't related by blood, you are indeed sisters."
Before he was ambiguous with the younger sister, and now with the older sister —
If it were him, he would feel uncomfortable too, a breath of resentment pent up with nowhere to vent.
Thinking about it, he's indeed a bastard for not recognizing her at the beginning.
