While eating, an idea hit Zheng Lun. She pursed her lips and then left some rice at the corner of her lips.
Zheng Jing saw exactly what his sister was up to, from the corner of his eye.
He let out a sigh inside his heart, but didn't want to disappoint her, so he lifted his hand and wiped off the rice at Zheng Lun's mouth as he said gently, "Silly sister, rice everywhere, just like a little girl."
Her brother's fingers brushed past her lip and patted her long hair, making her flush slightly.
Her heartbeat was like a drum being beaten heavily. She was so close to her brother at this moment.
During the past few years, her brother had started to drift away from her. He kept saying that they were grown-ups and as a woman and a man they weren't supposed to share the bed like when they were little. Zheng Lun was a timid girl who was afraid of the dark. She had always shared a bed with Zheng Jing since she was a baby.
