Chapter 63: Sixth Brother Has a Good Friend Who Is Definitely Your Type

The man stood tall and slender, his skin as cold and white as porcelain, and his delicate facial features looked as though they had been meticulously sculpted by God.

In the past, Nan Xing had only ever seen Sixth Brother's promotional photos online. Seeing him in the flesh today, she was truly stunned.

Especially given Nan Xing's absolute obsession with good looks.

Her heart skipped a beat and her face flushed; whenever she saw a handsome man, her feet simply refused to move.

She loved looking at handsome guys more than anything!

"Little Seven, a single day apart feels like three autumns. Did you miss Sixth Brother?"

Bo Qijin started cozying up to her the moment he arrived. Before he even had time to take off his sunglasses, he pulled Nan Xing into a bear hug.

Nan Xing symbolically opened her arms and teased with a smile, "Sixth Brother, isn't this actually our first time meeting in person?"

"Ahem, Little Seven is so humorous."

Bo Qijin choked slightly on her words, but brazenly brushed it off. "Didn't we chat wonderfully on our phones? After meeting today, the bond between us siblings is as sturdy as an iron fortress."

Nan Xing: "..."

Bo Qijin ran a hand backward through his hair from his hairline, striking a pose as he spoke. "Little Seven, is Sixth Brother perhaps even more handsome than those other brothers of yours?"

Nan Xing pulled out the chair opposite Bo Qijin, rested her chin in her hands, and began to properly appraise his face.

His nose was a nose, his eyes were eyes.

It was an utterly bewitching visage.

Nan Xing smiled. "Sixth Brother earns his living with this face, after all."

Bo Qijin looked somewhat displeased, his brows twitching slightly. "Little Seven, do you think Sixth Brother is all looks and no acting skills?"

"That was Sixth Brother himself speaking, I didn't say a thing."

Bo Qijin: "..."

Nan Xing cast him a captivating and alluring smile, quickly changing the subject. "By the way, Sixth Brother, what happened to you just now? Why were you late?"

Hearing this, Bo Qijin couldn't help a headache coming on. "Ugh, don't even ask. Your Sixth Brother here almost got tracked by paparazzi on the way. I had to take a huge detour just to shake them off, all to see you."

As he spoke, Bo Qijin removed his sunglasses, took off his black trench coat, and hung it over the back of his chair. "Little Seven, didn't Sixth Brother do this with you in mind?"

"Imagine if a young woman like you got dragged into some wild write-up by the paparazzi, and rumors of a romance between us started spreading—that wouldn't be good."

If he were out meeting a male friend, it would be a different story. He was a proper, full-grown man, and no matter how much the paparazzi tried to spin things out of nothing, they couldn't stir up any major waves.

The crux of the matter was that his Seventh Sister was so gorgeous, and he himself was so handsome. If they were snapped by paparazzi, the media would definitely link it to his private romantic life.

He didn't care about such things for himself, but he was afraid Little Seven wouldn't be able to handle the public pressure.

When an avalanche strikes, not a single snowflake is innocent.

Today's internet trolls, the so-called keyboard warriors, never cared about the actual truth.

They would simply pick up their keyboards to pass judgment on others, imagining themselves to be supreme deities.

Just like it said in *Villa of Desire*, a soft tongue could snap a person's bones and tendons. Words could sometimes be far more hurtful than physical violence.

Even if he didn't consider himself, he had to consider Little Seven.

Otherwise, would those guys let him off the hook?

Every single one of them was a total siscon.

If Little Seven were wronged in the slightest, any one of those brothers would make him suffer dearly.

Although Bo Qijin spoke in a teasing tone, Nan Xing knew that Sixth Brother meant well.

She pushed the menu toward him and replied with an air of complete nonchalance, "Don't worry, Sixth Brother is not my type."

This time, Bo Qijin was dealt a heavy blow to his ego.

Could it be that in Seventh Sister's eyes, he wasn't handsome enough?

As if suddenly thinking of something, Bo Qijin flashed a rascally smile. "Little Seven, it doesn't matter if Sixth Brother isn't your type, but Sixth Brother has a good buddy. I have a gut feeling that this guy is definitely your type."