Emily Lynch was sitting in front of her computer, with another laptop placed nearby. Her fingers were busily clacking away at the keyboard - she didn't even glance at her older brother.
Edison Lynch walked over, glanced at the computer screen, and asked with curiosity, "Who are you fussing over again?"
Reaching out to grab a donut from the takeaway box next to her, Emily stuffed it into her mouth. Her speech was muffled, "Not a guy, a girl."
Hearing this, Edison became even more intrigued.
After all, he knew his little sister's preferences all too well. She was generally into all sorts of handsome dudes, and was extremely fickle, not staying hooked on any guy for more than two months.
Every day, she would boast, "As long as I have enough options and move fast enough, I'll always outpace the falling walls."
Every time their parents heard this, they would just shake their heads, "Thank goodness she's a girl. If we had a son like that, we'd probably kick him out."
