Worst Of The Consequences

Because of her wounded shoulder, Serenity could not lift her arms well and do much tasks. Richard was responsible for preparing the meals. Serenity sat on the table, swinging her kegs as she imoatiently waited for her brother to bring the food.

“Hurry up, Richard! I am going tp starve to death at this rate!” Serenity shouted.

Richard shot his younger sister a look of dissatisfaction. Ever since the day she learned that she was his younger sister, it seemed that she had lost all of her reservatiom and respect towards him. It was common for her to raise her voice towards him and order him around. She often made trouble for him as if taking revenge for hiding his identity.

Then, the corner of his lips curled up to a smile. Richard expressed, “The pace of my cooking depends on my mood. If I end up feeling upset, it might take you a week to receive the meal.”

Not about to lose to him, Serenity arched up her eyebrow. There was a mischevi