Lu Yinxing said, "Your dance is pretty good."
Xia Ye looked up at Lu Yinxing: "Really?"
Lu Yinxing saw her look and felt it had a deeper meaning.
Lu Yinxing lowered her head: "Yeah, your dance teacher is quite beautiful."
Upon hearing this, Xia Ye's mouth curled into an almost imperceptible smile: "Are you jealous?"
Lu Yinxing quickly explained, "How could I be? She's your teacher. Why would I be jealous over that?"
Xia Ye raised an eyebrow: "If you don't like her, I'll change teachers tomorrow."
"No, really, I don't dislike her, and what is there for me to be jealous of? I'm just your sister."
Lu Yinxing didn't know why she suddenly blurted out such a thing.
Perhaps deep down Lu Yinxing wanted to draw a line between her and Xia Ye.
Only then did Lu Yinxing feel safe.
But after speaking, Lu Yinxing regretted it.
Her intuition told her Xia Ye wouldn't be happy.
Lu Yinxing looked up at Xia Ye.
Sure enough, she saw Xia Ye's face darken.
But Xia Ye didn't lash out.
