His gaze slid down from top to bottom and landed on his sister's slender snow-white waist.

Zhou Xian's walking posture is very graceful, the girls in southern Yunnan are good at dancing, and their bodies are soft and delicate, and Zhou Xian is even better.

Zhou Ya gradually became a little in a trance, if she was as mature, charming, beautiful and proud as her sister, would Brother Xuanling also like her?

After all, over the years, the only one who Brother Xuanling can give face is his sister.

But

Zhou Ya watched Zhou Xian walk step by step, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

My sister obviously knows that she likes Brother Xuanling so much, why is she still dressed up so beautiful today?

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't like this kind of dress, if she also wore such a skirt of a similar style, wouldn't she be completely compared to her sister?

She is not as tall as her sister, her waist is not as slender as her sister, and her skin is not as white as her sister

Isn't it self-inflicted disgrace?

The more Zhou Ya thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart, her sister cared so much, dressed up like this, could it be that her sister's marriage was not going well, so she also put her mind on Xuan Ling

That's not going to work! Brother Xuanling is hers!

Zhou Ya's pupils couldn't help but tighten, her slender fingers clenched tightly at some point, and her nails almost pierced the soft palms.

She has always respected her sister so much, and she cares about her sister so much, how can she rob her of Brother Xuanling with her?

Zhou Xian wore flowers and willows, walked all the way forward, proud in her heart, and couldn't help but have a spring breeze on her face.

When the servants and subordinates who passed by saw her, they all respectfully retreated, bowed to the side, and waited for her to walk over.

Zhou Xian's face was still a little cold and indifferent, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but be slightly hooked.

Maybe she was too aggrieved at Hankou Pass, or maybe she had too many nails touched by Li Shenheng, and she had been holding her breath in her heart.

Therefore, when she came back this time, she was treated like this here in Xuan Ling, and Zhou Xian inexplicably felt a little indescribable sense of raising her eyebrows.

Therefore, she didn't notice at all that her little sister, who had been obediently following her mother, had been estranged and dissatisfied with her in her heart.

It's just that all the way, until I almost arrived at the small building where Xuan Ling lived every day, I still didn't see Xuan Ling.

The corners of Zhou Xian's mouth sank slightly, and she slowly stopped.

Zhou Ya pursed her lips, walked over to stand beside her, and asked obediently, "Sister, what's wrong?" ”

Zhou Xian smiled perfunctorily at her, turned her coquettish face and looked at the servant who led the way: "Your young master doesn't know that I'm coming over now?" ”

She asked knowingly.

The servant hurriedly said, "The young master knows, so he specially ordered me to bring the two young ladies in." ”

Zhou Xian's face immediately sank: "Then why didn't he come out to greet me?" Every time I used to come to him, he would come out to meet me. ”

The servant was at a loss for answers.

Zhou Ya lowered her eyes, rolled her eyes, leaned over to Zhou Xian's side and whispered: "Sister, you know, Brother Xuanling was completely stunned by that little vixen."

Zhou Xian sneered.

No matter what, what about the little vixen, how can she compare with her?

What is her friendship with Xuan Ling?

In the past, when she and Xuan Ling were only six or seven years old, Xuan Ling's father-in-law was still in the Golden Triangle of southern Yunnan.

The old lord and the Zhou family have some friendship, Zhou Xian was born when she was a child, the pink carving and jade carving is cute, the old lord is very rare, and he loves her very much.