"Got it!"
Yue Er giggled.
"Third Brother dotes on me the most!"
Zhao Qiheng looked at her smiling face, his heart melting, and habitually reached out to ruffle her hair.
Yue Er uncomfortably shook her head.
"Brother, I'm all grown up now, why do you still treat me like a child?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiheng paused for a moment, then slowly retracted his hand.
"I forgot!"
He looked at Yue Er, who had grown up to his shoulder height, and smiled.
"In the blink of an eye, you've grown so tall!"
"But... no matter how tall you grow, you're still my little sister!"
After saying that, he reached out again to ruffle her hair; it was soft, fluffy, and smooth, very pleasant to the touch.
Yue Er frowned in protest.
"Third Brother!"
Seeing her frown like a little kitten with fur standing on end.
Zhao Qiheng's heart melted once more, and he laughed heartily.
Yue Er was a bit puzzled, was it that funny?
Thinking about it, she blushed and said proudly.
"Laugh all you want!"
