"Pfft..."
Ye Jiaxing's face turned even redder, but he could only touch his own head. He was no match for Ye Luoqi; his cleverness was of no use here.
Ye Shiqi raised his eyes to examine the expressions on both their faces and realized that his elder sister's look was one of unrequited affection.
They were only ten, eleven years old. How could they be thinking about these things so prematurely?
Just because people in ancient times married early, but they were still half-grown children. It was madness!
Ye Shiqi was skeptical. If people in ancient times married this young, did they live long lives?
Four or five generations living under one roof, with the young supporting the old, and the young themselves struggling just to feed and clothe themselves and find a wife.
