With a stern face, Evander Lancaster said harshly to Willow Lancaster, "Do you still remember I'm your second brother? Are your actions really appropriate between a sister and a brother?"
Willow felt even more aggrieved, her pouting lips resembling a chick's backside, as she watched Evander Lancaster with tears streaming down her face, as pitiful as could be.
"Would you accept me if I weren't your sister?"
"What nonsense are you talking?" Evander frowned in displeasure and reprimanded, but Willow suddenly grabbed his hand resting on the desk, her emotions appearing agitated.
"Second brother, I like you, I've liked you since middle school. I'm not your sister. We have no blood relation..."
Evander squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, not pulling back his hand, feeling that the information in his cousin's words seemed quite significant.
With a slight curve at the corner of his lips, Evander spoke calmly, "We're cousins. How could we not have any blood relation?"
