An Hao pouted and buried himself in Qhianqhian's arms, choking up, and after a while, he mumbled, "I like Sister the most, please don't dislike me, Sister."
Qhianqhian's heart felt warm and tender; indeed, blood is thicker than water. Even one sentence could move her profoundly, making her even feel a bit guilty about her actions.
"Silly, how could Sister dislike you? At most, sometimes I just feel like giving you a spanking..." Qhianqhian ruffled An Hao's head and comforted him: "Sister likes An Hao because he's Sister's little brother, not because he listens or behaves well or looks cute, but simply because he's my brother. But it just so happens that you're good-looking, obedient, smart, and sensible, so Sister likes you even more."
"Then Sister be gentle, I don't mind being spanked, but I'm afraid Sister's hand will hurt." An Hao obediently lay on Qhianqhian's lap, looking up at her and said seriously.
