Yuan Shiyao recoiled under his twin brother's sharp gaze, taking a step back in guilt.
But at the same time, an even deeper sense of irritation and defiance surged within him.
The words tumbled out of Yuan Shiyao's mouth without a thought, "We didn't do anything!"
"What about you?" The black-cat boy lifted his chin, his voice laced with an anger even he didn't understand. "You're the one who hates her, aren't you? You returned to the First District without telling her, hid your heat from her, and would rather inject yourself with high-strength inhibitors than accept her soothing—"
"And what about you?"
Yuan Shimo, who had been listening quietly, suddenly shot back.
The dark-haired boy froze.
