Chapter Sixty: Nosebleed—For the Dance? Extra Update

I was momentarily stunned and shook my head. He grabbed me excitedly. “Let me tell you, both my brother and my uncle are tall, rich, and handsome. Why don’t you pick one of them to be your boyfriend?”

I nearly spat out my juice. If I had to choose that pervert as my boyfriend, I’d rather marry a pig.

One of the servants smiled. “Xin’er, why are you like the old madam, always trying to find a girlfriend for our young master?”

Luo Anxin, looking every bit the little adult, huffed. “Hmph, don’t think I don’t know those so-called girlfriends my brother brings around are all fake. Men can’t be so irresponsible—if you like someone, you like them. If you don’t, you don’t. Isn’t that right, sister?”

I covered my mouth and laughed. The servant shook her head helplessly, gently patting Luo Anxin on the forehead, and turned to me. “Miss, please don’t mind. Our young master is just like this.”

I shook my head. How could I possibly mind such an adorable child? If anything, I liked him all the more.

Ah, it's just not fair that such a pervert could have such a cute little brother.

Luo Anxin was in high spirits. After sending the servant and assistant away, he dragged me off to practice roller skating together, having the time of his life.

“Sister, when you meet my brother and uncle later, don’t be surprised. They’re both really good to me, but honestly, I like my uncle a little more. My brother always forces me to study this or that, and even sent me to Japan for kendo lessons during the Spring Festival. My uncle is much better—he buys me anything I want as long as I’m happy.”

I tried to picture what his uncle might look like, but for some reason, the face that popped up was that pervert’s.

Hand in hand, Luo Anxin and I navigated the obstacles. He was thrilled, constantly begging me to help him try all sorts of difficult moves.

Unable to resist his enthusiasm, I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and that the floor was covered with thick, soft mats. Then I led him through a few simple, easy maneuvers, nothing too dangerous.

As I supported him while he skated, he soared like a little bird, giggling and flapping his arms. “Sister, I want to fly again!”

I was adjusting my grip, ready for the next move, when he suddenly looked toward the door and shouted, “Brother, why are you here?”

I looked up. Luo Ange was leaning against the doorframe, watching us with a half-smile.

My heart skipped a beat. My hands faltered, and even my steps grew unsteady, just like that day at the school anniversary when I’d stepped on a marble.

Luo Anxin thought I was about to help him with a difficult trick. He flapped his arms, waving at Luo Ange. “Brother, look! Sister’s about to make me fly!”

He leaned forward. I grabbed his waist, feeling as though he was about to take off at any moment. Even with all the mats, if he hit his head against the wall, I couldn’t bear to imagine the consequences.

Luo Ange immediately noticed something was wrong. He strode toward us, reaching out to take the child from my arms.

I tried to hand him over, but momentum took over, and the next thing I knew, he was holding both me and the child, and the three of us tumbled to the ground.

My nose crashed against his chin, and blood started streaming down at once.

Luo Anxin, shielded by us, was only a little shaken but otherwise unharmed.

He shouted as soon as he saw my face. “Sister, you’re bleeding!”

Luo Ange helped me sit up. I swayed, nearly collapsing again, but he caught me.

I steadied myself, trying to put distance between us, but he pulled me back, taking out a handkerchief and offering it to me.

I covered my nose, refusing to accept. He pulled my hand away and pressed the handkerchief to my nose, muttering something under his breath.

Luo Anxin announced he’d go get help, then dashed out of the room.

The handkerchief was quickly stained red. Anxiety crept in, and instinctively, I clung to his sleeve.

He scooped me up in his arms and strode outside, shouting to Amu and Zhu Bang, who came running, “Call the doctor, now!”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, mumbling, “It’s nothing, don’t worry.”

He shot me a glare. “Shut up.”