Isabel, who was pressed up against him, looked at him like this and found it stranger the more she looked. She said, "I thought you were different from your little brother, but now it seems you're actually the same, Xiaobai."
Heh. Deep down, Zicong gave a bitter laugh. At this point, was he really going to keep pretending to be his brother?
"Who is he?" Isabel leaned over to his little ear and asked.
This afternoon the two little friends ran and ran, and halfway through their escape they ran into this man. In the end they got taken into his car, and then began this endless car journey that still didn't seem anywhere near the end. Zicong's stomach, which always got hungry easily, had long since started growling. Isabel was the same; her tummy was rumbling a hungry tune, which made her blush in front of the "Xiaobai" she admired.
