"Brother, where'd you run off to? Want to sing with me?"
Shi Yubai leaned back against his seat, his legs crossed. He said,
"Just getting some air. I don't like singing."
Hearing this, Xu Shengxia finally understood why he hadn't wanted to come.
'So that's why. He can't sing.'
Considering he was her brother—and she was the one who had insisted on dragging him here—Xu Shengxia decided to take on the responsibility of keeping him entertained so he wouldn't get bored.
So for the rest of the evening, she stopped focusing on singing. Instead, she would occasionally shake the dice and have Shi Yubai guess if the roll was high or low.
Shi Yubai claimed it was boring, but his eyes never left her as she shook the dice.
The most surprising part was that Xu Shengxia herself didn't know where she'd learned the skill, but she was uncannily good at it. If she called a number, she was almost certain to roll it.
Even the way she shook the dice was captivating to watch.
