"Are the both of you three years old? Why are your faces covered with watermelon juice? Should I find the bib that you used when you were young and put them on for you?" Da Bao felt helpless as well. They were all born to the same mother. Why was there such a big difference?
This was especially so for San Bao. When they were outside, San Bao was the fairy that many young boys yearned for. When they returned home, San Bao immediately turned into a crazy little woman. Da Bao felt embarrassed for her.
San Bao carelessly wiped her mouth with a tissue. "How pretentious." Da Bao wasn't old, but among the three of them, he loved to pretend to be matured. Snort. She felt a little awkward looking at him. Anyway, she didn't care how others looked at her.
