Chapter 121 – Hey Friend, Have You Heard of ‘Siscon’? (21)
Lu Buchi also went upstairs and Yan Bai put away his casual indifferent attitude. Resting his cheek on his palm, he wondered, “Dad, are you really okay with letting this kid hang out with Luoluo?”
“What do you mean?” Yan Qi raised an eyebrow, glancing at Yan Bai.
“Such a powerful Ability User, next to my weak and delicate Luoluo. Isn’t this like a lamb to the slaughter? Dad, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten their ages.”
Yan Qi paused, closing his personal terminal. “Of course, I haven’t forgotten. But I can see that Luoluo really likes this young man, and Lu Buchi’s attitude towards Luoluo is different.”
So he felt it was worth giving them a chance. After all, with Luoluo’s bloodline, she needed a powerful Ability User to protect her.
“So what? I don’t believe you haven’t noticed Lu Buchi’s obsession with the Empire. I don’t want my adorable sister caught up in that,” Yan Bai’s eyes darkened, especially after learning about Lu Buchi’s background and recent activities.
At least for now, in Lu Buchi’s heart, revenge against the Empire is much more important than his little sister.
Given this, he was not comfortable handing Yan Luo over to Lu Buchi.
Moreover, his sister was so cute, so beautiful, so obedient. But he couldn’t even hold her in his arms for a moment before she was whisked away by this guy?
No way.
Absolutely not.
Watching Yan Bai’s expression, Yan Qi chuckled, “It was you yourself who was dishonest, not completing missions on time, insisting on doing things your own way, and in the end, not being able to come home to see Luoluo, making her even closer to her Elder Brother. Who do you blame?”
“As an older brother, I…” Yan Bai began, wanting his sister to see clearly who was better for her!
Before he could finish, Yan Qi sighed softly, standing up and patting Yan Bai’s shoulder mockingly.
“It’s too late. Your lovely little sister is already seventeen this year, she’s not under your control anymore.”
Yan Bai : …
—It hurts my heart, Dad.
Upstairs, after changing out of his military uniform, Lu Buchi casually lifted his bangs and closed his eyes, walking into the bathroom shirtless.
The sound of water cascading down did little to ease his inner turmoil.
Crystal-clear droplets slid down his fair and muscular skin, steam swirling around him, dampening his hair.
The warm water washed over him, and after a while, Lu Buchi raised his hand and lightly punched the wall beside him. His hair was pushed aside, revealing faint scars on his forehead.
“Stop thinking about it… Just stop.”
But the more he said that, the clearer the image of that girl became in his mind, the more vivid the scene of her throwing herself into someone else’s arms.
His hand clenched slowly. Although the punch just now didn’t make much noise, there was a faint trace of blood seeping from between his fingers.
He hadn’t used his psychic power to protect himself just now; he simply wanted to use the pain to wake up the increasingly intense thoughts in his heart.
The more that little face appeared before his eyes, the more the bell-like voice echoed in his ears, the hotter his body became.
The water had been turned to cold, but it did nothing to alleviate his turmoil.
Lu Buchi withdrew his hand, leaning against the cold wall, a mocking smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he looked at his fair palm.