Her scoff at Lan Sizhui is a cover for her fluster as her hair is hardly messed up at all by his hand on her head. In front of everyone! Gosh! "What 'gongzi', no one-- huh?"

What now? Her hand is being held? She allows it with mild befuddlement, unable to resist this attack on two fronts. Watching one blush, watching the other beam, she squeezes back with something closer to affectionate resignation. Siblings already? She should have known, one like the other, so agreeable...

But she doesn't mind it. Her sigh is theatrical, even as she swings Wen Sizhui's hand between them a little from side to side.

"Who else will stand up for you both, ah? Too nice by far, I'll stop people taking advantage."