More Intense Than Ever

Yoshua took a deep breath and asked with an unprecedentedly serious tone, "Mr. Joseph, do you like my sister?" No one expected him to suddenly ask that. Lucille was stunned as well. Joseph had a slight smile on his face, and his gaze was more intense than ever. "I thought that I made it obvious enough." His words were spoken gently. It was like a feather brushing past her heart, and a tingling sensation invaded her. It spread from her heart to her limbs and bones, and she fell deeper and deeper. Lucille raised her head to look at Joseph. His pitch-black eyes were filled with starlight. There was a smile on his face that was tinged with tenderness. He didn't seem to have said much, but at the same time, he had told them everything. Yoshua refused to back down. He continued to ask, "What do you like about my sister? I know that she's pretty, popular, and that she's talented in every aspect, but is there anything else?" "Because she's Lucille." Joseph's voice was low. When he said Lucille