Di Mingzhe was feeling gloomy, his face sullen as he watched Di Xiaxia, as though he wanted to bore a hole through her face with his intense gaze.
Being real here, there were times this little sister of his made him truly question the meaning of life!
They were born of the same mother, so why in the world were their modes of interaction completely different?
While berating Di Xiaxia, Di Mingchen examined her wound carefully, even good-heartedly prodding at it. He asked, "Does it hurt?"
Di Xiaxia grimaced, "Mingchen, be gentler on me!"
Di Mingchen patted her head, "There, there. If I prod at it a bit more, it won't hurt anymore. This is called the Oppressive Pain Relief Method."
Di Xiaxia: "..."
"Big brother didn't get hurt, did he? Did you drag him along with you to skateboard?" All of a sudden, Di Mingchen seemed to remember something and started questioning her.
