Ye Juncheng has studied Heart Science for many years and is well-versed in the heart rate frequencies of liars. He can also read his little sister's micro-expressions with astonishing clarity.
Ye Xian felt a bit uneasy under his mysterious and complicated gaze, "What's wrong, big brother? Why are you suddenly so serious? Did you find out I'm sick or something?"
"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Ye Juncheng chuckled softly and suddenly ruffled her hair, "You're very healthy, but your acting skills need more sharpening."
More sharpening?
"Does that mean my heart rate didn't reach 1.5 times?"
Ye Juncheng didn't reply, and Ye Xian assumed he had tacitly agreed. Her heart, which had been fretful all day, finally settled. She thought, how could she possibly like that wicked and scheming Big Bad Werewolf!
"Big brother, let's go eat!"
"Alright."
Ye Juncheng closed the medical kit, and when he looked down, a trace of seriousness flashed across his brows.
