"Then, I'll go first."
Seira stretched her stiff body and shot Nolan a teasing glance.
Nolan rolled his eyes but said nothing.
He'd rather his sister leave quickly and stop bothering him.
After all, she was a troublesome woman.
"Why do you look so indifferent, Nolan? Are you happy I'm leaving?" She raised an eyebrow, her expression turning slightly annoyed.
"Ahem." Nolan cleared his throat, trying to stay composed. "What are you talking about, Sister? How could I be glad you're leaving?"
"Heh..." Seira gave him a suspicious look. "So, you're happy that I'm staying here longer?"
"No!" Nolan blurted, instantly regretting his words.
He glanced at his sister and saw her puffing out her cheeks in a pout.
"Humph! I knew you were lying!" She snorted, crossing her arms over her ample chest.
Nolan fell silent, speechless. He'd been caught in her tricks for years and knew the routine well—so why did he always end up playing along with her game?
