Ji You watched as Lou distanced himself, looking as if he couldn't avoid her fast enough. Her mouth curled up slightly, and her voice remained sweet: "Brother, I don't want your life; I just want you to buy me a Tiramisu."
Lou's mouth twitched, and directly in front of Ji You, he fiercely shook his elbow, saying, "Stop calling me that; I'll buy it for you! Buy! Buy it, okay?"
Ji You's eyes sparkled at his words, "Brother, you're so nice."
Lou: "..."
Lou took a step and, in a flash, walked way ahead.
"Brother…"
"Brother, don't walk so fast."
"Brother, wait for me."
Behind, Ji You's soft, sweet voice clung on like a haunting spirit.
So, Lou walked even faster.
Ji You sat in a wheelchair, her feet happily kicking beneath her long robe: "Brother, if you run further, I'll want you to buy two Tiramisu!"
Lou halted, looked back helplessly, and said, "Can't you stop calling me that? If you stop, I'll buy you three."
Ji You squinted with a knowing smirk, "Okay, brother."
